Id, Ego and Superego by yvonneshih

DIFFERENT THINKINGS CAN BE IN DIFFERENT SITUATIONS. THAT’S WHY I CAN HOLD CONTRADICTORY THINKINGS.

ARROGANCE

INTROVERT AND

IDEALISM I’m sort of contradictory. And I found it intereting to explore why I can do the opposite way of my thinking. It’s all about my ID, EGO and Superego. ID IS A REAL YOU. SUPEREGO IS WHAT YOU WANNA ACHIEVE.

Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;m a contradictory person. I found that Id, Ego and Superego can explain my contradictory personality. Deep exploring with me. ... ...

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INDEX

01 I’M AN INTROVERT. BUT ACT LIKE AN EXTRAVERT. I try never to speak until people have finished with the weather reports. Normally I talk with puropose.

09 I’M MATERIALIstic. BUT I never lose my IDEALISM. I’m romantic, optimistic and passionate. It doesn’t matter that I value money and possessions in my life.

23 MY ARROGANCE IS TO HIDE MY INCONFIDENCE. Sometimes I’m arrogant. It doesn’t mean I’m too confident. Arrogance is a hidden fear that steals my confidence.

CHAPTER

I AM AN INTROVERT BUT I ACT LIKE AN EXTRAVERT

“I try never to speak until people have finished with the weather reports.” – Ashley Warlick, The Arrangement

C HATTING W IT H P UR P OS E darrel, 2019

WORDS are an important currency in the minds of Introverts. They prefer to mull over their words before they present them to the world if they ever do. They relish taking the time to coax out all the implications of a thought and to arrange their thinking neatly, making sure their words are worthy of being uttered. Unlike the social phobic, they are not necessarily afraid to speak although some people may be shy in addition

to their Introversion. They just like having more control, and they find more comfort in showing only the cards they want to in a thoughtful manner. SAMLL TALK is the opposite. It's trivial. It's brisk. The subjects arise spontaneously.

Gatsby spent a large amount of money to hold amazing parties. Few guests know him though.

GATSBY

AND HIS

AMAZING PARTIES “It’s a strange coincidence,” I said. “But it wasn’t a coincidence at all.” “Why not?” “Gatsby bought that house so that Daisy would be just across the bay.”

“He wants to know—” continued Jordan, “—if you’ll invite Daisy to your house some afternoon and then let him come over.”

The modesty of the demand shook me. He had waited five years and bought a mansion Then it had not been merely the where he dispensed starlight to stars to which he had aspired on casual moths so that he could “come over” some afternoon to a that June night. He came alive to me, delivered suddenly from stranger’s garden.

the womb of his purposeless splendor.

4 “Did I have to know all this before he could ask such a little thing?” “He’s afraid. He’s waited so long. He thought you might be offended. You see he’s a regular tough underneath it all.” Something worried me. “Why didn’t he ask you to arrange a meeting?” “He wants her to see his house,” she explained. “And your house is right next door.” “Oh!” “I think he half expected her to wander into one of his parties, some night,” went on Jordan, “but she never did.”

Daisy, his idealism. After all the time, he held the parties for Daisy's coming.

Then he began asking people casually if they knew her, and I was the first one he found. It was that night he sent for me at his dance, and you should have heard the elaborate way he worked up to it. Of course, I immediately suggested a luncheon in New York—and I thought he’d go mad: “I don’t want to do anything out of the way!” He kept saying.

Gatsby held parties all the time, looking forward that Daisy would come to his house one day. That's what I always do. My ID is introvert, but I'm talkative for some purpose. Thus extravert is my ego.

5 I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby’s house I was one of the few guests who had actually been invited. People were not invited. They went there.

People came to his house without invitation.

They got into automobiles which bore them out to Long Island and somehow they ended up at Gatsby’s door. Once there they were introduced by somebody who knew Gatsby and after that they conducted themselves according to the rules of behavior associated with amusement parks. Sometimes they came and went without having met Gatsby at all, came for the party with a simplicity of heart that was its own ticket of admission. I had been actually invited. A chauffeur in a uniform of robin’s egg blue crossed my lawn early that Saturday morning with a surprisingly formal note from his employer—the honor would be entirely Gatsby’s, it said, if I would attend his “little party” that night. He had seen me several times and had intended to call on me long before but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it—signed Jay Gatsby in a majestic hand.

Much of it is forgettable, throwaway material. And such conversations won't pause themselves until cautious, Introverted personalities feel more comfortable with the topics in play. Not all Introverted personalities avoid small talk or never indulge in it.

6 But if all of this is viewed from the perspective of spending personal, psychological energy, Introverts typically become exhausted during social interactions. They lose energy and feel emotionally and even physically spent. They react strongly to the simple presence of others. Add to this that small talk often happens in environments filled with noise and busyness

게크비와 그의 파티

environments that drain the typical Introvert.

수요의 겸허가 나를 흔들었다. 그는 5 년을 기다렸고 저 택을 구입하여 별빛을 캐주얼 나방에 분배하여 어느 날 오후에 낯선 사람의 정원으로“달려올”수있었습니다.

“그가 그런 작은 것을 물어보기 전에이 모든 것을 알아 야 했습니까?”

“그는 두렵습니다. 그는 오래 기다렸습니다. 그는 당신이 기분이 상할 것이라고 생각했습니다. 그는 그 아래에 규칙적으로 힘든 사람입니다. “ 뭔가 걱정이되었습니다.

“그가 왜 당신에게 회의를 주도록 요청하지 않았습니까?” “그는 그녀가 자신의 집을보기를 원합니다.”라고 그녀는 설명했습니다. “그리고 당신의 집은 바로 옆에 있습니다.”

7 So it's no wonder that so many Introverts decide that hunkering down at home with a book or a familiar friend is the preferred choice. What's the point of spending all that energy if it just leads to an exchange of seemingly inane information? While avoiding small talk is not universal among them, Introverts are far less likely to engage in it than Extraverts. This can leave them at a disadvantage.

요르단은“그녀의 절반은 그녀가 어느 날 밤 그녀가 그의 파티 중 하나를 방황 할 것으로 예상했지만 그녀는 결코 하지 않았다”고 말했다.

그리고 나서 사람들에게 그녀를 알면 우연히 물어보기 시작했고, 내가 처음 발견 한 사람이었습니다. 그날 밤 그 가 춤을 추러 나를 보냈고, 당신은 그가 그 일을 정교하 게 처리 한 방법을 들었을 것입니다. 물론, 나는 뉴욕에 서 즉시 오찬을 제안했고 그가 화를 낼 것이라고 생각 했습니다.

I AM SORT OF MATERIALISTIC I NEVER LOSE MY IDEALISM THOUGH

M A T E R I A L I S M

I I

CONTRADICTORY

I'm romantic, optimistc and passionate. I never lose my idealism.

But it doesn't matter that I'm materialism.

I value money and possessions in my life.

Q: How to hold contradictor y thinking? A: All beliefs ar e contextual.

GATSBY GREEN LIGHT AND

For Gatsby, the green light proved that he and Daisy existed in the same world and suggested the possibility that they might someday meet again. In a sense, the symbol is more important to Gatsby than what is being symbolized.

Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever;

of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament”.

I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.

It was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again.

Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—Gatsby who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises

No — Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and shortwinded elations of men.

GREEN LIGHT MEANS GATSBY ’S IDEALISM .

DAISY IN HIS IMAGINITION IS ALSO HIS DREAM .

IN REAL LIFE DAISY IS

MATERIALISTIC THOUGH.

THUS GATSBY Is materialistic for Daisy.

But in the deep of his mind, he’s still idealistic and romantic.

He’s already known Daisy is not the one he dreams for,

he still has a hope that Daisy is not materialistic.

Others’ Perspective of Gatsby Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red gas-pumps sat out in pools of light, and when I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard. The wind had blown off, leaving a loud bright night with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life. The silhouette of a moving cat wavered across the moonlight and turning my head to watch it I saw that I was not alone—fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbor’s mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars. In Nick's perspective of view, Gatsby is as normal as each of us. He seems alone and mystery in the beginning.

Something in his leisurely movements and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn suggested that it was Mr. Gatsby hi mself, come out to determine what share was his of our local heavens. I decided to call to him. Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would do for an introduction. But I didn’t call to him for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock.

14 When I looked once more for Gatsby he had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.

Hearsay of Gatsby “There’s something funny about a fellow that’ll do a thing like that,” said the other girl eagerly. “He doesn’t want any trouble with ANYbody.” “Who doesn’t?” I inquired. He has a bad reputation in the hearsay, even though he said he's from Oxford.

“Gatsby. Somebody told me——” The two girls and Jordan leaned together confidentially. “Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once.” A thrill passed over all of us. The three Mr. Mumbles bent forward and listened eagerly. “I don’t think it’s so much THAT,” argued Lucille skeptically, “it’s more that he was a German spy during the war.” One of the men nodded in confirmation. “I heard that from a man who knew all about him, grew up with him in Germany,” he assured us positively. “Oh, no,” said the first girl, “it couldn’t be that, because he was in the American army during the war.” As our credulity switched back to her she leaned forward with enthusiasm. “You look at him sometimes when he thinks nobody’s looking at him. I’ll bet he killed a man.” She narrowed her eyes and shivered. Lucille shivered. We all turned and looked around for Gatsby. It was testimony to the romantic speculation he inspired that there were whispers about him from those who found little that it was necessary to whisper about in this world.

Others’ Perspective of Gatsby A stout, middle-aged man with enormous owl-eyed spectacles was sitting somewhat drunk on the edge of a great table, staring with unsteady concentration at the shelves of books. As we entered he wheeled excitedly around and examined Jordan from head to foot. “What do you think?” he demanded impetuously. “About what?” He waved his hand toward the book-shelves. “About that. As a matter of fact you needn’t bother to ascertain. I ascertained. They’re real.” “The books?” He nodded. People don't believe that Gatsby has real books.

“Absolutely real—have pages and everything. I thought they’d be a nice durable cardboard. Matter of fact, they’re absolutely real. Pages and—Here! ” Taking our skepticism for granted, he rushed to the bookcases and returned with Volume One of the “Stoddard Lectures.” “See!” he cried triumphantly. “It’s a bona fide piece of printed matter. It fooled me. This fella’s a regular Belasco. It’s a triumph. What thoroughness! What realism! Knew when to stop too—didn’t cut the pages. But what do you want? What do you expect?” He snatched the book from me and replaced it hastily on its shelf muttering that if one brick was removed the whole library was liable to collapse.

Being Romantic for Daisy “It was a strange coincidence,” I said. “But it wasn’t a coincidence at all.”

16 “Why not?” “Gatsby bought that house so that Daisy would be just across the bay.” Then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired on that June night. He came alive to me, delivered suddenly from the womb of his purposeless splendor. “He wants to know—” continued Jordan “—if you’ll invite Daisy to your house some afternoon and then let him come over.” The modesty of the demand shook me. He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths so that he could ‘come over’ some afternoon to a stranger’s garden. “Did I have to know all this before he could ask such a little thing?” “He’s afraid. He’s waited so long. He thought you might be offended. You see he’s a regular tough underneath it all.” Something worried me. “Why didn’t he ask you to arrange a meeting?” “He wants her to see his house,” she explained. “And your house is right next door.” “Oh!” “I think he half expected her to wander into one of his parties, some night,” went on Jordan, “but she never did.” Then he began asking people casually if they knew her, and I was the first one he found. It was that night he sent for me at his dance, and you should have heard the elaborate way he worked up to it. Of course, I immediately suggested a luncheon in New

Gatsby still had a romantic dream that Daisy will come and see him one day.

17 York—and I thought he’d go mad: “I don’t want to do anything out of the way!” he kept saying. “I want to see her right next door.” “When I said you were a particular friend of Tom’s he started to abandon the whole idea. He doesn’t know very much about Tom, though he says he’s read a Chicago paper for years just on the chance of catching a glimpse of Daisy’s name.” It was dark now, and as we dipped under a little bridge I put my arm around Jordan’s shoulder . There's only Nick knows Gatsby's ego and superego.

Suddenly I wasn’t thinking of Daisy and Gatsby any more but of this clean, hard, limited person who dealt in universal skepticism and leaned back jauntily just within the circle of my arm. A phrase began to beat in my ears with a sort of heady excitement: “There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.” “And Daisy ought to have something in her life,” murmured Jordan to me.

“Does she want to see Gatsby?” “She’s not to know about it. Gatsby doesn’t want invite Daisy to his house. her to know. You’re just supposed to invite her to tea.” Gatsby wants Nick to

We passed a barrier of dark trees, and then the facade of Fifty-ninth Street, a block of delicate pale light, beamed down into the park. Unlike Gatsby and Tom Buchanan I had no girl whose disembodied face floated along the dark cornices and blinding signs and so I drew up the girl beside me, tightening my arms.

초록불은 개츠비의 이념을 의미합니다. 그의 상상의 데이지 또한 그의 꿈입니다. 실제 생활에서 데이지는 물질 주의적입니다. 개츠비는 물질적이다 데이지를 위해. 그러나 그의 마음 깊은 곳에서 그는 여전히 이상적이고 낭만적입니다. 그는 이미 데이지가 꿈꾸는 사람이 아니라는 것을 알고 있습니다. 그는 여전히 데이지가 물질적이지 않다는 희망을 가지고있다.

물질적 풍요와 정신적 공허가 겹쳐 있던 위대한 개츠비 아이다와 초자아가 달라서 모순이된다 제이 개츠비, 주인공 개츠비는 뉴욕 근처의 부촌 한가운 데에 어마어마한 저택을 가진 베일에 싸인 인물입니다.

그의 집은 밤이면 밤마다 열리는 화려한 파티로 늘 북 적이지만, 정작 개츠비가 누구인지 정확히 아는 이는 없 습니다. 유명인사로 넘쳐나는 그의 저택 파티에서도 언 제나 개츠비라는 인물의 배경에 대해서는 뜬소문만 가 득합니다.

아무것도 없는 가난한 집에서 태어나 오직 하루하루 연 명하고자 살아가던 개츠비는 미군 장교로 복무하던 중, 상류층 여인 데이지를 만나 처음으로 인생의 새로운 희 망을 얻습니다.

꿈도 희망도 막막했던 젊은 날을 한 여인을 향한 열정으 로 불태웠던 그는 그러나 1차 세계대전이라는 역사 앞에 전쟁터로 나가게 되고, 그가 자리를 비운 사이 데이지는 부유한 톰 뷰캐넌과 결혼합니다.

Material Abundance and Mental Gaudy 전쟁에서 돌아온 개츠비는 그의 유일한 희망이었던 데이지의 배신에 충격을 받습니다. 그러나 그 충격은 좌절로 이어지지 않고 오히려 새로운 도전으로 개츠 비를 인도합니다. 그는 데이지의 결혼이 남자의 막대 한 부 때문이라는 사실을 알았고, 가진 것 없는 자신 을 부자로 만들고자 밀주업(당시 미국은 금주령으로 술의 제조와 유통이 불법이었습니다)과 부정 증권 판 매 등 법을 넘나드는 일을 서슴지 않으며 막대한 재력 가가 됩니다. 그리고는 그녀가 사는 뉴욕 근처로 들어 가 자신의 엄청난 부를 자랑하며 유명 인사가 되어 다 시 데이지와의 만남을 시도합니다.

물질적 욕망에 충실한 데이지의 눈에 충분히 들 만큼 수준이 된 개츠비는 결국 유부녀와의 사랑이라는, 불 륜으로 통칭하는 또 다른 도덕의 선을 넘어서지만 그 결과는 비참합니다.

세속적인 가치에 매몰되어 있던 데이지의 선택은 단 호했고, 불륜과 불륜이 오가는 복잡한 치정관계 속에 결국 개츠비는 또 다른 치정에 의한 오해로 삶을 마 감합니다.

Jay Gatsby

그토록 부유했고 유명인사들로 북적이던 그의 집이 었지만, 그의 장례식에는 단지 그의 생부와 닉 정도만 참여하여 쓸쓸함만 가득합니다.

개츠비라는 인물이 의미가 있는 것은 우선 그가 살아 온 모습이 사실 미국의 과거와 현재, 미래를 대표하는 하나의 상징으로 작용하기 때문입니다. 그는 처음 아 무것도 가진 것 없는 집안에서 태어나 오직 성공하겠 다는 야망 하나만을 가지고 살아갑니다.

그러던 그는 세계대전이라는 참혹한 현실을 겪었고, 그 후 수단과 방법을 가리지 않고 돈을 모아 엄청난 부자가 됩니다. 그리고는 안타깝고 허망한 최후를 맞 이합니다. 이러한 개츠비의 삶은 실상 아메리칸 드림 이라고 부르는, 신대륙에 대한 환상과 희망의 종말을 의미합니다.

The character of Gatsby is meaningful. He was born in a family with nothing at all, and lives with only one ambition to succeed.

3 CHAPTER

MY ARROGANCE IS TO HIDE MY INCONFIDENCE

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My Arrogance Is To Hide My Inconfidence

Arrogance Is A Hidden Fear That Steals Your Confidence

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Not all fears wake you in the middle of the night covered in sweat and fearful for your life. Some are hidden and are the underlying causes of a lack of self confidence and a lack of self belief is often hiding in a fear that wishes to stay a stalker in your mind.

GATSBY Behind The Mask He also has a low self esteem because he is constantly

asking Nick Carraway to talk to Daisy for him and do him favors so he doesn’t have to do anything himself.

His character is interesting because he uses his hubris, or arrogance, as a cover-up for his low self esteem.

“I want to know what Mr. Gatsby has to tell me.” “Your wife doesn’t love you,” said Gatsby. “She’s never loved you. She loves me.” “You must be crazy!’” Exclaimed Tom automatically. Gatsby sprang to his feet, vivid with excitement. “She never loved you, do you hear?” he cried. “She only married you because I was poor and she was tired of waiting for me. It was a terrible mistake, but in her heart she never loved any one except me!” At this point Jordan and I tried to go but Tom and Gatsby insisted with competitive firmness that we remain—as

26 though neither of them had anything to conceal and it would be a privilege to partake vicariously of their emotions. “Sit down Daisy.’ Tom’s voice groped unsuccessfully for the paternal note. “What’s been going on? I want to hear all about it.” “I told you what’s been going on,” said Gatsby. “Going on for five years—and you didn’t know.” Tom turned to Daisy sharply. “You’ve been seeing this fellow for five years?” “Not seeing,” said Gatsby. “No, we couldn’t meet. But both of us loved each other all that time, old sport, and you didn’t know. I used to laugh sometimes,” but there was no laughter in his eyes, “to think that you didn’t know.” EVERYBODY FEARS We all know someone that is highly confident and seems to float around the room at parties or business events , natural charm and laughter and everyone knows who they are and wants to chat with them. Bet that person doesn’t fear arrogance right? “Oh—that’s all.” Tom tapped his thick fingers together like a clergyman and leaned back in his chair. “You’re crazy!” he exploded. “I can’t speak about what happened five years ago, because I didn’t know Daisy then— and I’ll be damned if I see how you got within a mile of her unless you brought the groceries to the back door. But all the rest of that’s a God Damned lie. Daisy loved me when she married me

and she loves me now.” “No,” said Gatsby, shaking his head. “She does, though. The trouble is that sometimes she gets foolish ideas in her head and doesn’t know what she’s doing.” He nodded sagely. “And what’s more, I love Daisy too. Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time.” “You’re revolting,” said Daisy.

27 They are just as likely to have their own internal automatic thought processes that are impacting on the actions and feelings, but they’ve learned the power of feeling confident and purveying that. That may not have had to think about it a great deal, however they will do things either automatically or with practice that enables them to feel confident.

She turned to me, and her voice, dropping an octave lower, filled the room with thrill ing scorn: “Do you know why we left Chicago? I’m surprised that they didn’t treat you to the story of that little spree.” Gatsby walked over and stood beside her. “Daisy, that’s all over now,” he said earnestly. “It doesn’t matter any more. Just tell him the truth—that you never loved him—and it’s all wiped out forever.” She looked at him blindly. “Why,— how could I love him—possibly?” “You never loved him.” She hesitated. Her eyes fell on Jordan and me with a sort of appeal, as though she realized at last what she was doing—and as though she had never, all along, intended doing anything at all. But it was done now. It was too late. “I never loved him,” she said, with perceptible reluctance.

“Not at Kapiolani?” demanded Tom suddenly. “No.” From the ballroom beneath, muffled and suffocating chords were drifting up on hot waves of air. “Not that day I carried you down from the Punch Bowl to keep your shoes dry?” There was a husky tenderness in his tone. “… Daisy?” “Please don’t.” Her voice was cold, but the rancour was gone from it. She looked at Gatsby. “There, Jay,” she said— but her hand as she tried to light a cigarette was trembling. Suddenly she threw the cigarette and the burning match on the carpet. “Oh, you want too much!” she cried to Gatsby. “I love you now—isn’t that enough? I can’t help what’s past.” She began to sob helplessly. “I did love him once—but I loved you too.” Gatsby’s eyes opened and closed. “You loved me TOO?” he repeated. “Even that’s a lie,” said Tom savagely. ‘She didn’t know you were alive. Why,— there’re things between Daisy and me

28 that you’ll never know, things that neither of us can ever forget.” The words seemed to bite physically into Gatsby. “I want to speak to Daisy alone,” he insisted. “She’s all excited now——” “Even alone I can’t say I never loved Tom,” she admitted in a pitiful voice. “It wouldn’t be true.” “Of course it wouldn’t,” agreed Tom. She turned to her husband. “As if it mattered to you,” she said. “Of course it matters. I’m going to take better care of you from now on.” “You don’t understand,” said Gatsby, with a touch of panic. “You’re not going to take care of her any more.” “I’m not?” Tom opened his eyes wide and laughed. He could afford to control himself now. “Why’s that?” “Daisy’s leaving you.” “Nonsense!” “I am though,” she said with visible effort. ‘She’s not leaving me!’ Tom’s words suddenly leaned down over Gatsby. ‘Certainly not for a common swindler who’d have to steal the ring he put on her finger.’ “I won’t stand this!” cried Daisy. “Oh, please let’s get out.

Guess what this does to your confidence? To your ability to feel comfortable in any situation? Guess what it does to the way you feel, and if you feel negative, what does that do to your thoughts and actions? You’ve guessed it we are less likely to achieve what we wish to because our internal voices and beliefs have gone into automatic pilot and are intent on keeping us stuck in a loop that results in only ever the same level of success and nothing better.

29 “Who are you, anyhow?” broke out Tom. “You’re one of that bunch that hangs around with Meyer Wolfshiem—that much I happen to know. I’ve made a little investigation into your affairs—and I’ll carry it further tomorrow.” “You can suit yourself about that, old sport.” said Gatsby steadily. “I found out what your ‘drug stores’ were.” He turned to us and spoke rapidly. “He and this Wolfshiem bought up a lot of side-street drug stores here and in Chicago and sold grain alcohol over the counter. That’s one of his little stunts. I picked him for a bootlegger the first time I saw him and I wasn’t far wrong.” “What about it?” said Gatsby politely. “I guess your friend Walter Chase wasn’t too proud to come in on it.” “And you left him in the lurch, didn’t you? You let him go to jail for a month over in New Jersey. God! You ought to hear Walter on the subject of YOU.” “He came to us dead broke. He was very glad to pick up some money, old sport.” “Don’t you call me ‘old sport’!” cried Tom. Gatsby said nothing. “Walter could have you up on the betting laws too, but Wolfshiem scared him into shutting his mouth.” That unfamiliar yet recognizable look was back again in Gatsby’s face.

Arrogance generally serves as a compensatory mechanism for great insecurity and selfconfidence. It is a personality trait that is forged in childhood. While anyone can behave vainly at any given time in their life, it is most often a stable pattern to life. If it is a personality trait it will be difficult to modify, although it is not impossible.

오만은 자신감을 훔치는 숨겨진 두려움입니다 Mandie Holgate Coach, International BEST Selling Author, Speaker & Blogger helping thousands around the world.

오만, 숨겨진 두려움 한밤중에 모든 두려움이 당신을 땀으로 덮고 당신의 인생을 두려워하는 것은 아닙니다. 일부는 숨겨져 있으며 자신감이 부족하고 근본적인 원인이며, 자신감이 부족 한 경우가 종종 당신의 마음에 스토커를 유지하고자하는 두려움에 숨어 있습 니다.

모든 사람이 두렵다 우리는 모두 자신감이 있고 파티 나 비즈니스 행사, 자연의 매력과 웃음에서 방 주위를 떠 다니는 사람을 알고 있으며 모두가 자신이 누구인지 알고 그들 과 대화하기를 원합니다. 그 사람은 오만을 두려워하지 않습니까?

보상 메커니즘 오만은 일반적으로 큰 불안감과 자신감에 대한 보상 메커니즘으로 사용됩니 다. 어린 시절에 만들어지는 성격 특성입니다. 인생에서 주어진 시간에 누구나 헛 된 행동을 할 수는 있지만, 인생에서 가장 안정적인 패턴입니다. 그것이 성격 특성이라면 불가능하지는 않지만 수정하기는 어려울 것입니다.

자신감 및 오만 오만은“과도한”자존심의 결과가 아니라 오히려 자존감 부족의 표시입니다. 과 도한 신체적 건강이나 용기와 미덕이없는 것처럼 과도한 자존감은 없습니다. 반대로 겸손이 열등감을 의미하지는 않습니다. 겸손한 사람들은 인생이 자신 에 국한되지 않는다는 것을 알고 있습니다. 이것은 자존심의 가장 건강한 징후 입니다.

THIS IS ME I prefer to be quiet most of time, but I talk a lot sometimes. I’m boring and serious but I also act like a kid sometimes. Sometimes I’m vulnerable and fragile and sometimes strong. I’d like to have a boyfriend when I would not like to hangout. I do care about my parents but I seldom contact them. I value my health but eat junk food. Sometimes I’m positive and sometimes I’m negative. I value money and position but I never lose my idealism. I’m an introvert but I act like an extrovert for some purpose. I stay up all the time but I value my health. I have energy to do whatever I’m interested in but sometimes give up. I like make friends but I also want to keep distance with people. I care about my parents but we seldom comtact.

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