I used to be this over-confidence girl who, together with her friend, created an imaginary world. I recalled quite fondly how we debated about whether or not current schooling system should be added into 'our' imaginary worlds. She reasoned that schooling, though for most part was boring, was still better than having kiddos running around with no brain attached on their shoulders. And I counter attacked that we could have programmed a machine that could increase people's IQ, EQ, and SQ altogether, so do inputting an encouragement to autodidacticism. The personalities were selected randomly, one couldn't care less. This somehow evolved into a full-out debate of the meaninglessness of achieving without too much of work (from the POV of 6th graders). Meh, I got her totally owned.
For supplementary information, this imaginary world had an eternal supply of vanilla ice cream and evil artificial intelligences pawning people in this world. We were the mastermind behind the curtain. People we created lived in delusive individuality and freedom. Though in actuality, my friend and I actually controlling what they thought, they felt, they desired, et cetera. This may tickle you logic: How did we multitask? Gazillions people, how did we manage? B*tch, please. We were the Gods.
Some weeks later, I got bored with this imaginary world and a second coming Einstein designed a Nuclear Bomb II (which was way badass than Einstein's, mind you) nuked the area. The explosion cut the Earth into half and from then on, happen the exhibition into the (half) core of the Earth...
Ah. Good ol' days.
Since middle high school, we parted ways (read: went into separate middle high schools). This was the point where I was disillusioned and struggled to fit into the society full of SJ/SP.
Well, it's not that bad. I make new friends AND cuz they're mostly SFP/SFJ, I think my creativity is dried up. My Ne dom is dehydrated but I have forgotten how to share my thoughts anymore. I talked about trivialities. Whenever I initiated this cool conversation about how stupid it was to try fitting into the society, being their mindless, nice robots who swallowed whatever the media masses told you, my SJ (close?) friend would stare at me like I grew a third nostril.
It disturbs me. Now, I'm so skilled at remembering trivial facts and having small talks that it isn't fun. I treat it (having a small talk) as a challenge (how successful specific friendships depends on this) - at the expense of my thrills of wandering in the world of possibilities with others. Nothing satisfy me more than abstract thinking. Concrete thinking I deem as none of importance really sucks the life out of me. I still appear outgoing (when my Ne doesn't go batshit). But my sense of thrill has gone.
1. How do you converse your ideas with your peers again? (do you approached someone and conducted the act? Or what?)
2. How about you? Any experience with SJ surrounded life? How do you cope with it?
3. Do you think it's possible to be eccentric while being a social butterfly at the same time? Why? Why not?
P.s: Sleepiness tends to affect my diction and grammar. If you think they're inappropriate, it's your problem.
Btw, It's 12.17 a.m here and I really need to finish my physics homework by the morrow. Haha.