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, 11-02-2011 at 04:11 AM (947 Views)
When I'm at my lowest of lows I'm critical of everything. When I'm depressed, everything sucks. This kitchen is dirty. Your hat looks stupid. I hate my shoes. I hate this floor. Everything is terrible. I hate everyone and everything.
Usually that means I need more alcohol. Lmao!!!!
J/k. But seriously, that means my 7 is degrading and I'm bored/in physical pain/have nothing to look forward to/etc. My 4 on the other hand is this very deep, emotional, reactive, potent, sensitive current running through my heart that keeps a careful log of all my emotions, history, and sense of self.
There is always this twist and pull between the 7 and 4. The 7 wants to thrust into the future, explore every facet, quest forth, and learn by experience, get drunk and go to the party.
The 4 pulls the 7 back and says, "Hold on there little buddy. You remember what happened the last time?"
The 7 glances back at the 4, feeling very harassed at this point, "What's your point?"
4 says, "How is this going to be different?"
7 gets all pouty and says, "I don't know it just is."
But at this point the 6 wing is scared and the 7 runs off to escape (indulge, find pleasure, explore a new possibility) or starts becoming bitter, angry, and judgmental.
I view the 8w9 is more of a protective instinct that flips on when my boundary is crossed. It's not really explainable other than protective and driving me to be independent. It tells me that I have to be in control of my projects, world, and surroundings.
When the 7 has stopped smiling, the 4 has stopped emoting and analyzing the context of the situation, both 7 and 4 turn to the 8 with a solemn nod.
With the nod of okay, the 8 picks me back up and reclaims what is rightfully mine.
I get that I can come across at times as idolizing type 8 but that's because 8 picks me back up. It only shows up when my mind is made up. And it feels like another person takes over who is authoritative, decisive, and quick. The 8 peels me from my existential reverie, launches me from my self-pitying BS and tells me to get my ass in gear. The 8 tells me I can handle anything that comes my way.
The 8 says, "You want me? Well, come on and break the door down. I'll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches."