Complex of Cleopatra or a Complex of a Queen, as it is more widely known, is an ancient psychological complex, which is inherent to a big number of powerful women. The complex is mainly caused by the excessive amount of the feminine hormones and the reservoirs of the sexual energy, which are increased by the permanent state of consciousness concerning her uniqueness and total power above the rest of the world owing to her eminent beauty, great talent or other outstanding personal or professional qualities.
At first sight such a woman might seem frigid and disinterested in company of men, as a priori she considers that no man deserves her. Throughout her life she might choose one or several partners, from who she would demand total adoration and veneration as that is what her sensation of exclusiveness urges. And in a case when it is not received, the consequences might be dramatic and even tragic for both parts. Any competitor might be eliminated instantly as such a woman asks a man to be to completely loyal to her and especially to 'their common ideas'.
The complex might present a danger at its final stage if no psychoanalytical intervention is applied, as a woman, who possesses a 'Complex of Cleopatra' risk significantly to commit suicide rather than the one, who does not have it.
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2013, 1st Year MBBS
Oslo, Norway
She strutted down the hallway like she didn't give a damn about the world, oblivious to the fact that she isn't following the students' dress code.
Lucky for her, she has an excuse: being the unlucky one. The school tailor has mistaken her as someone else and embroidered a different name on her white unifor causing a day's delay. She sat on her chair and she stood out among the students being the only one wearing a shirt and a denim pants while all of them wore white slacks and blouses bearing the school's name.
The professor came in and looked at her from head to toe.
"Tailor error. Ask the school admin." she said with a shrug.
The professor turned to the board and started his lecture. She started jotting down notes and listening attentively to the topic at hand. She openly yawned after the discussion was finished and she didn't care if the professor saw it. She was sleepy, alright. But that doesn't mean that she didn't listen at all.
She smirked when he glared at her.
"Miss Kaneda, did you understand what we just discussed or were you too sleepy that nothing got into your brain?" asked the professor.
"Guillain-Barré has variants, Miller-Fisher, acute panautonomic neuropathy, AMAN, AMSAN, AIDP and pure sensory GBS. Most common is the AIDP which has the classic manifestation: demyelinating neuropathy with ascending weakness. I can recite page 876 if you want."
"I see that you have been reading your books, little girl. Good. Alright, see you tomorrow ladies and gentlemen." With that, he left the room and she eventually doze off.
Five minutes into her nap and someone interrupted her by ruffling her hair. She swatted the hand away and cursed in all the languages she knew.
"Fuck off, dammit! Gå vekk! (go away)!" was the loudest one she muttered.
"Take a chill pill, princess! Here's a cup of hot chocolate for you." A voice said as he handed her a brown cup.
Ibuhos ko kaya to sayo. She whispered to herself as she took the cup from him.
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