Wow!I am walking down the stairs with my headphones on. I am listening to a song with slow, croning singer, and I think his voice sounds kind of like a zombie. I see the tiles on the kitchen floor beneath me. I think of Tetris. With Fi, I consider how old video games contain puzzles like Tetris, while new video games contain zombies. I conclude that it is unfortunate. As I step into the kitchen, I see a cup on the counter. The day before, I had found a gigantic beetle in the street and I placed him in a cup. Another thing that happened the day before is I found a pair of sunglasses. I thought of this because they kind of made me look like John Lennon, the Beatle. I was wearing the same large headphones when I found them, and I thought of another time when much of my face was covered up. It was a few years ago at a protest. I had fairly large sunglasses on and my hood was up. I briefly thought of the Unibomber. With Fi, I was strained: I considered how I no longer hold the opinions that I did a few years ago, and how arrogant and dogmatic I was to protest. I thought of a friend who expressed similar regrets to me one time. I had actually accompanied him at this protest. We are both ENFPs, and I thought that Te, as it kicks in later, can really give an ENFP hard regrets. I thought of two other instances in which I had seen ENFPs behaving in a childish manner, and wondered how long it took for them to reflect and regret those situations. I thought about Typologycentral. I considered making a thread on childishness, Te, and regret in ENFPs. I envisioned a literal piece of thread. It connected pictures of the several ENFP friends that I envisioned. It represented the 'ENFP.' I considered that in my mind, a piece of string representing ANY topic would be sewn through all situations and ideas concerning that topic that I could think of, whether real or imagined. This is a good visual representation of Ne, so I considered making a thread on Ne in general.
This train of thought took about fifteen seconds. My stairs lead directly into my kitchen. As I approached the cabinet where the cups were, I had to interact with my environment, so my train of thought ended there. I was sensually keen for only the few seconds I needed to open the cabinet and grab a cup, after which I receded into my thoughts again.
I imagined reaching for the cup containing the beetle on the counter, which I had named Ringo within the past twenty seconds. If I filled it up with water in the sink, how slow would I have to fill it to drown him? (I could drown him, but I would need several trials to determine the threshold, and you can only drown a beetle once). How fast would the water have to shoot out of the faucet to crush him? (faster than my sink does). I wondered why I thought of different ways to kill the beetle, because I love animals. If I filled the cup from the faucet, the beetle would probably float to the top and out of the cup. If it floated onto my hand and latched on, would I be able to keep from freaking out? Would I get nervous at the last moment and tilt the cup to one side, almost unconsciously, so that he would float out of the cup in another direction? I thought that it was funny that I considered all of these possibilities even though I had no intention of actually filling up the cup with the beetle in it. Would it be possible to serve someone water with that beetle in it and startle them when it touched their mouth? With Fi, I thought that this would be very mean, and I wouldn't do it to anyone, because someone who I despise that much probably despises me as well, and they would probably be apprehensive if I handed them a drink! First of all, they would need to be distracted, secondly, it would have to be in a dark room, third, it would help if the cup contained ice, and also the cup should not be transparent. It would also help if they were drunk. As I turned around, I imagined my whole kitchen full of people having a party. I would have to borrow someones speakers, because a party needs music, and I just spent all my money on the headphones I was wearing instead of speakers. I remembered that this was the second time within the past minute that I had thought about my headhpones. I decided that Ne really has a way of tieing topics together in a web, and made the decision to memorize my thought process to write on typologycentral under the Ne thread that I thought about making.
I remembered that I was holding a cup of water and that I was thirsty. I took a sip.
Edit: If you want me to write out another thought process, I will just take my dog for a walk, come back, and type out what I thought. All my thinking is in this style.
Its so hard for me to imagine that other people actually think like that too! That's the sort of stuff that goes around in my head all day long. I don't know how you even wrote it all down - for me that stuff just pops up and in a split second its gone. Most days its a wonder my brain doesn't explode.