An Outlook on Personality Types And How We Should Use It In Our Lives

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I came across the Myer-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) right after high school. I took Psychology as my major at a local college and around this time, I was consumed by the concept of understanding your personality and discovering your true self. From Carl Jung’s Archetypes to the Enneagram Types, humanity has been driven for hundreds of years to work for the same goal — to encapsulate the complexity of human personality into simplified models. Basically, a simple and better way to call ourselves.

When I first found out my MBTI type at 16 years old, I was ecstatic, to say the least. I never felt so understood in my whole life! As an angsty (self-absorbed) teenager, it was a huge relief to find a fitting explanation for why I felt everything way too much. …

The surprising benefits of being aware while you dream

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Jean Lecomte du Nouÿ, A Eunuch’s Dream, 1874

On most nights, I have vivid dreams. I remember dreaming about fire-breathing dragons in my former high school grounds. The following night, I flew a Nimbus 2000. I played for Gryffindor even though I was sorted for Ravenclaw. The characters and the setting felt too real. Sometimes, the scene shifted from one story to another. It was a mesh of different worlds in just one night’s dream.

I used to dream a lot in the third person but now, I mostly experience them firsthand. I can always recall with much detail the intensity of emotions I felt during a dream. Some mornings, I would wake up crying or screaming. …

How to appreciate yourself a little bit more

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I’ve been told a lot of times that I’m being too hard on myself. It probably started 19 years ago. Kindergarten. Big Crayola. Nickelodeon lunch box. Annoying boys who open restroom doors for fun. I got my first report card. I was top of the class. Not everybody liked me for that but they liked me enough to celebrate my fifth birthday party at school. They even came with presents.

Two years in kindergarten and six years in elementary school. I excelled each year; joining quiz bees, speech contests, junior press conferences, science camps, and yes, even pageants. …


A poem for a stray cat

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Uknown town, foreign paths
A foreign tongue and unfamiliar faces
Terribly alone, seeking sanctuary
In the cracks of my mind
Lonely walks at daytime
The sun-facing window is my friend
I see the neighborhood cats
Sunbathing on the crimson roof

But of all the felines I’ve seen
The darkest shade of black
Caught my attention
Possibly abandoned
She lives outside a grocery store
Purring at the customers
Along with two others

I called her ‘Sabi’
Took her in my arms
Without protest
Just green eyes staring back
Every day I would visit her
With leftovers and a big smile

Until one day she disappeared
Searched under cars
Still, there was no sign
Nothing left behind
Except for crumbs of old bread
And confusion
Three days went by
I comforted myself
At the thought of her
In a new…

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One night, I decided to tell my boyfriend that I touched myself. We were both 16. He was my best friend and naturally, I wanted him to know everything about me.

I shyly asked, “What do you think about girls touching themselves?”

He didn’t answer. All I remember was the look of disgust on his face when he asked back, “Why? Do you do it?”

I replied in a shameful tone, “Yes.” Almost in tears.

He said, “Promise me you’ll never do that again.”

Being the lovesick, naive, and hopeless romantic that I am, I agreed.

Inside, I felt awful. I felt so judged. But mostly, I felt so compelled to question why it should be such a shameful thing. …

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Photo by John Schnobrich on Unsplash

Most of our social interactions are now done online. With a quick upload of a photo, we can share where we are and what we’re doing in real-time. With a single click, we can instantly send comments to someone’s Instagram post or Twitter thread.

We’re living in a simulacrum of reality where it has become so easy to speak our minds.

I’ve always had a love and hate relationship with social media. I would spend a month or two without mindlessly scrolling on Facebook as a simple way of digital detox. …


Navigating a highly-imaginative mind

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Photo by Matt Fernandes from Pexels

Hi. I’ve been rummaging through my bag for the last 10 minutes, trying to find my wallet which is luckily, still here. I need to return home because I forgot the homework I need to pass for my next class.

“Mom, open the door!” I forgot my keys again.

She said, “One day, you’re gonna forget where your mind is.” Oh boy, was she right about that.

I went to the kitchen, instantly forgetting what I want to do. Then I realized I was thirsty. I grabbed a bottle of orange juice and drank while thinking about the sleeping cat I passed by in school, the current political system that favors money and power, and the constant existential dread and suffering we are conditioned to experience. …


Alyssa Nicole Maaño

Engineer with creative pursuits. Sharing insights on psychology, philosophy, music, art and life.

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