I actually liked it and not in a make fun of way.and i wasn't drunk or high I don't know what that says about my taste in movies. but i also tend to really like things people are like oh you have to be tripping/high to enjoy this. and nope completely sober and I'll listen or watch it over and over again.
every time I'm open, I'm told I'm too abstract. is being abstract a problem? because abstract thinking solves problems.. the nature of INFJ...
INTJ problem, too. And my INFJ friend has the same issue. When my friend and I get going, the people around us tend to start boggling a bit. And I'm talking Ne-doms! As much as their Ne hops all over the place, they don't know what to make of our Ni-hops.
An argument is two people sharing their ignorance.
A discussion is two people sharing their understanding, even when they disagree.
Truth often gets buried in the subconscious and voices in my dreams often gets drowned out by noises in the external world, but I am slowly learning how to listen to the voices in my dreams. And this shall be my goal for 2015.
That video is classic. I was just quoting it yesterday -- my roommate was barreling through a video game level, totally certain he was going to die.
You should introduce him to Borderlands 2 there is a character on it called Kreig whose game play is based around suicidal sprints. So much fun.
Originally Posted by Ivy
We quote this all the time in situations like that, and all other situations besides. Sometimes it's as simple as answering a criticism with "Least I got chicken."
I think Leeroy understood that sometimes in life the only answer to a problem is to run screaming, and hope at the end of it there's some chicken.
Originally Posted by uumlau
To put things in perspective from the INTJ point of view. To INTJs, it often seems as if the entire world is full of Leeroy Jenkins clones. It's a primary source of our arrogance.
Oh come now; we all know INTJs don't let reason stand in the way of ego.
Though if one finds their self smugly speaking of recurring decimal points. As if it was the highlight of his night no less. As opposed to screaming out: “Great Odin's Raven! We only survive a third of the time! we are all going to die. Doom I tell you doomed!” Then I can only conclude that life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone.
But sail upon the wind of lamentation, my friends, and about your head row with your hands' rapid stroke in conveyance of the dead, that stroke which always causes the sacred slack-sailed, black-clothed ship Charon to pass over Acheron to the unseen land here Apollon does not walk, the sunless land that receives all men.