The Copycat & The Search For Belonging


~ Being a future psychology student, I decided to create a new category of posts here on An Evil Nymph’s Blog which will be dealing with some of my weird and crazy theories of life and people. For fun, of course since I don’t have a degree yet. Also I’m not trying to make generalisations and it’ll be best that as you read on imagine putting in the word ‘maybe’ in every sentence. These are only my 19 year old opinions. Anyway, scroll down at your own risk… and enjoy! ~


If you haven’t read the first and previous post in this Psychology series, I strongly recommend you to do so here: Narcissism & Manipulation, because the copycat type we’re going to analyse this week is the one whom I let you have a glimpse of in that post.

For those who remember briefly, we encountered the copycat as a victim of the manipulative narcissist, as being easily influenced without a fixed personality to cling on to, copying aspects of the people he admires to fill this identity void of his.

However, he is not to be pitied entirely.


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Weekly Photo Challenge | On The Move

So yeah, I guess I’m back to it🙂 Let’s not waste any more time and be on the move.

on the move

This was taken at my little brother’s (he’s the third red one from the right) annual Sports Day in his primary school, which was in fact my former school.😀

It felt good to be back there.

An Evil Nymph.


My First Time! | Candid Street Photography

Yesterday I decided to give candid street photography a go. I was going to be in the capital city anyway, so I thought, why not? My adventurous mind was getting all thrilled at the thought that I was indeed going to be alone, since the friend I’d asked to come with me wasn’t free, but reason warned me not to be too crazy so I opted for a safe area – a tourist one!

Here’s the main street of Le Caudan Waterfront, where I chose to do candid street photography for the first time, all by myself:


Yes I know. Colourful umbrellas ♥

So I put on my hat, wore Candy (my camera) around my neck and pretended to be a tourist! I even spoke English (we usually speak French), stared around as if I’ve never been there (although I’ve been a thousand times since I was born), smiled… and followed the crowd, feigning to take shots of the place when in fact I was shooting… the people themselves.

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My Looking-Glass Self

I’m late again, sorry for that, but I’m rather busy in this beginning of the second term of the school year; anyway, here’s your awaited Picture it & Write for this week:

looking in the mirror


“Happy 18th birthday, Lena!”

Their enthusiastic voices still echoed in my head, although the party was over for more than two hours. If I closed my eyes I would see their faded grins and narrow eyes and high cheekbones… I would feel their hands on me, congratulating me, wishing me all the best things in the world.

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