Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2014 4:28:08 GMT
 name Casey Joseph Barton ________________________________________ The always charismatic and sometimes explicitly honest twenty-one year old, Casey Barton, has been dubbed a new type of Charlie Bartlett. With a twist. The son of former ‘87 Miss USA, Hilary Duchannes, and Tobacco tycoon Robert Barton, he is no stranger to the cameras, nor is he to helping out any who seek advice or really, are in need of an impartial person to vent to. A Psychology student at New York University who turned half his blog which once only followed his many shenanigans and travels, into giving advice, Casey is seen as a new type of "self-help guru" within Manhattan. Casey has made a name for himself as being the “it guy” when it comes to helping young adults find their voice or create better outlets for their problems. Now taking actual sessions with his peers, his popularity has grown. Though unlicensed, many young adults find him quite relatable, and the comfort level and progress he has made begs the question as to whether more people like Casey could be another helpful outlet in stopping the mentally unstable youth outbreaks sweeping the world.   how long have you been a self-help guru & what got you interested in it? My therapy business? Funny you should ask. It took me all but two fucking seconds when I arrived in Manhattan to notice that my peers all had some variations of issues. I mean, the whole world is full of people with issues, its obviously that natural, but I was more interested in the amount of young adults around me. I never go into a session thinking I’ve heard it all, because it’s never the case. And that is where I get off on it all. Like it is sometimes genuinely boner worthy. It’s the thrill of hearing the stories, whether they are sad, dramatic or excruciatingly painful. I guess I grew up being pretty fucking nosy. I like hearing secrets, even if they weren’t for my ears. It started at a young age, and sometimes I didn’t even need to go out of my way to get any of it. It was like Jesus magically placed me in the bar when Tommy told Adam he got Ivy pregnant, even when she was with Johnny, or at the slightly open back door of the kitchen when I was 7 and hearing how my aunt Winona has a backup stash of dinero hidden up the chimney in their home in the Hampton’s for emergency use when she inevitably believes my uncle Jeremy will leave her. Don’t get me wrong, i’m empathetic. Really, I’m not a complete bastard. I still feel the pain of the people who end up talking to me, and if I can help someone not decide to jump off a bridge and end their life, or give someone the power to make a more cohesive argument or good decision in their life, I do it. I actually feel accomplished if I can do that you know? People need to know they can overcome whatever life throws at them. And I know where to draw the line and be professional. We’re all human, and fucking with lives like that isn’t what i’m about. Honest. Anyway, at the end of every session, I feel like it’s all very necessary to give people a little something sweet to help calm possible repeats of anxiety etc. And my doting mother, bless her, she’s been supplying me since the beginning. If anyone understands what a growing young person needs in a time of severe stress, anxiety or depression, it’s her. Role model #1 everybody. have you always lived in New York City? have you ever seen yourself living elsewhere? As much as I hate to openly admit it, i’m originally from Dallas, Texas. I killed my accent a long time ago, but sometimes people can still hear bits of it when I end up talking too fast. I like to think I was born to live on the East Coast though, it’s much more my pace and style. what inspires your everyday life? $$$, random people, British humor, philosophy, music, kush, independent films. if you had to eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? Louisiana Brand Hot Link Sausages, almost burnt to a crisp, in a bun with everything on it, hands down. where do you see yourself in ten years? professionally and personally? Do you ever have that feeling, that really nagging fucking feeling, that you don’t know what you are meant to do in life? Like the majority of your peers will probably a.) grow up to be deadbeats or psychos, b.) marry rich so they can be fake philanthropists and actually do nothing or c.) actually do something and contribute worthwhile things to society. It’s always one of those three, yet I can’t even determine what I would be in yet. Even when i'm doing what i'm doing now. I don't know how to explain it. I just feel like i’m so fucking indecisive, my life could go in any direction. And that is actually a little scary to me. The last thing I want to do is be like my father and end up being the idiot who gets thrown in prison for years of tax evasion, like my dramatic and depressed mother who spends our money on her own therapy sessions and her various medications, or my uncle who is not only an alcoholic but so bipolar he can’t be around his children anymore for safety reasons. They are all sicknesses i’m trying to avoid at all costs, but you never know. You can’t predict your future, let alone how your next day is going to completely play out. Not to mention i'm probably predisposed to this shit, so I have to work ten times harder to stay clean. So in ten years, I dunno, I could probably be doing anything. But I guess what I would like to see myself do, if I can stick with it, is work in a psychiatric ward. Those people need some lovin too. Or start my own private practice, if I keep up my education. And if I also somehow end up having a child later on, I dunno, I might not actually mind it so much.   what do you love most about girls? Girls, girls, girls. What can I even say about girls? They can piss you the fuck off, to the point that that you secretly hope they actually play in the middle of rush hour traffic, or make you feel guilty about not calling them, even if it’s concerning a stupid situation. Right, that’s not answering the question.. Uh okay. Well, girls are beautiful. Their bodies are beautiful. I mean, sure, some are better than others, but again, preference right? Anyway, if I had tits, i’d be touching myself all the time. They have to do that. I mean, I won’t believe one girl who says she never does so. For me, I love a girl who is her own person. She takes what she wants and she gives a little chase, but not too much, otherwise she’s going to be too much of a headache for me. Clever would be nice, I do like similar minds. Sense of humor too, I can’t be with a girl who will never laugh at my jokes, even if it is at me sometimes. A little naivety is kind of cute for a while, but i’d hope she’d grow out of it, because that’s just asking for trouble. But boy, the world would be a shit place without girls. describe yourself in 5 words Charismatic, dysfunctionally organized, empathetic, easygoing, selfish. what are three things you couldn't live without Phone, $$$ and meat. where would we find you on the weekend, or on your day off? Clubs, bars, restaurants, basketball court or hockey rink depending on my mood, apartment and gym. what have you been listening to recently? Old Nas works, Bassnectar, Radiohead, Tupac. who is your #1 role model, dead or alive? Friedrich Nietzsche and James Gandolfini.   ________________________________________ your name liza |