Where do my traits originate? Are they modes of behavior that had gained dominance over generations in the genes of my ancestors? And now, as I behave with a sort of consistency, do I rationalize those behaviors as derived from my experience as opposed to my genes? Lets looks at this personal Nature vs Nurture battle.

I am Bohemian. I enjoy depressing music, dark imagery, neurotic literature, truth and beauty mainly when it's expressed with lies and the grotesque. I don't want to be ordinary at anything I do. I am slightly paranoid and have little faith in those people that are so frequently relied upon for security and maintaining ones interests (like teachers, police officers, executives, doctors, lawyers, politicians, government officials, priests, etc...). I am critical of the arts - accusing anything that is unoriginal as a waste of the viewers time. I don't respect the idea of majority rules. I loathe what is common, but often I wish to blend into the background. Death terrorizes and enchants me. I distrust all, supposedly, altruistic acts, although I often perform them myself. I can't help but deny any helping hand... And I hate myself if I look too closely. Life is disappointing.

I am Italian. I love the pleasures of the flesh. Once I find a faith in god, I will thank it for such a lovely vehicle to use on this brief journey through paradise. I love the warmth of the day and the cold of the night. Every night I die, leaving behind me all my grudges, annoyances, animosity and fears. Every morning I am reborn to conquer new grounds of existence. I enjoy music as it ties into the harmony of life. I become absorbed in the magic that surrounds me, and I breathe it in and let it carry me away. I bask in the light and explore its continuum. I love my fellow man for we are all one both as enemies and friends. I commit to love and abandon myself in another. I indulge the sensations from food to drink, sight to sound, and thought to touch. I experience rapture in great works of art, architecture and song. I revel in the majesty of the works of man as much as I do in the works of nature. I love life.

I am Irish. I see the beauty in destruction. All my sorrows are easily quenched with a drink or ten. Temptation is a constant foe and a beast that I can never turn my back upon. The moment often overwhelms me and my impulses often override my common sense and good judgment. Occasionally I get so wound up that I can't seem to focus my efforts on any one task, rather I take on every problem simultaneously until I can't cope with the stress and I abandon them all, making things worse than when I started. My calm demeanor and even temper are more the result of a guilty conscience than a good upbringing. I tend to revolt for the mere sake of revolution. I consider the social contract between authority and subjects demands contempt and uprising. I often settle a score with passion rather than rationality. The only thing that happens to be more insatiable than my selfish greed is my own libido. Life is driving me mad.

I am Polish. I am a hard worker. I can focus on the same task for hours at a time and even days when the situation requires and my inspiration maintains. I am steadfast and bullheaded. Often times I place myself on a pedestal for my forbearance and endurance. I am egocentric at times and often unfeeling. Coldness is the reaction of choice when frustrated. I uphold the double standard because of tradition. I can't help but believe that some things should always remain constant regardless of better judgment. I find myself attributing behavior and make generalization based upon biases and I ignoring causality. I sometimes have a disregard for what is good taste or what is proper protocol. Life is a struggle.