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So today I was sitting all alone on a conference call awaiting my two deliquent ENTPs who did not call in. I wrote them the following email:
Like grass swaying in a silent field
Quiet reflections on many days past.
golden sun caressing the tops of each toe;
smell lingers deep, taste pungent and sweet,
I am submersed in the grass.
Thus are my senses as I sit on Bridge line 1 all alone awaiting your loving presence….
Humor usually works well. Anyways the second ENTP shows up and says Do you actually feel the things you write about-in the poem?" She meant the sun and grass and so on. I was like, well of course.
She said she did not and it was weird.
So NTs-When you think of kinesthetic information-can you actually imagine what it feels like?
Like grass swaying in a silent field
Quiet reflections on many days past.
golden sun caressing the tops of each toe;
smell lingers deep, taste pungent and sweet,
I am submersed in the grass.
Thus are my senses as I sit on Bridge line 1 all alone awaiting your loving presence….
Humor usually works well. Anyways the second ENTP shows up and says Do you actually feel the things you write about-in the poem?" She meant the sun and grass and so on. I was like, well of course.
She said she did not and it was weird.
So NTs-When you think of kinesthetic information-can you actually imagine what it feels like?