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- Oct 10, 2010
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- MBTI Type
- ISTP
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- 3w2
Soooo yeah, I'm another one on the border line. I asked Speed Gavroooooche what the difference was. In replying, I realized this would make a better "type me" thread than a visitor message. 
This is what he typed:
I'm a 3w4, btw. MAYBE 4w3. I'm not sure on my tritype, but that's really not as important to me as the core fixation and stacking. The point is what patterns dominate my thoughts most of the time.
Christina as 3w4 SX/SP... I can see that. The lyrics for "Hurt" bleeeeeeeeddd 3 SX. Not in the glamorized pin-up girl way, but in the sense of clinging to someone you always wanted to make proud. Anyone can feel the pain in the song. Anyone can relate to heartbreak, but not the same way she's describing.
I REALLY felt that way about a teacher, in spite of everyone telling me I was crazy (well, they call me crazy for a lot of other things. My reputation is pretty out there, but...). I still get that intuitive nudge to say that I love[d] him.
It's a kick in the face when someone who I thought understood me kind of does a 180. :/ Aside from that one case, I bond to people on a one-on-one basis crazy fast. I don't remember the last time I didn't have someone with whom I had that kind of connection.
Side note: -_- people tend to think I'm either really, really angry, really, really sad, or really, really spastic before they get to know me. Usually the second one. I'm hyperreactive and have had people ask me if I'm bipolar or have OCD or worse, if I'm on my period.
If I did have a disorder, would it make a difference in how the treated me? Probably not. It's so easy for people to make fun of bipolar disorder when they've never had it.
Maybe I could do with toning down the give-a-fuck meter, but persistent misconceptions get my panties in a bunch, and I HAVE TO correct them when I see them. Assumptions about me get my panties in a bunch. Homophobia gets my panties in a bunch. Certain jokes about rape get my panties in a bunch. Telling me to not get my panties in a bunch gets my panties in a bunch. I know that people will be people, but that's why I stay the fuck away from THOSE people.
Groups? AWWWWWKWARD. One-on-one is fine. With a small group is fine, but otherwise, I almost feel this sense of animosity if I'm not close to everyone in the group.
But I do have reasons for SO. As a 3, it's not necessarily about social admiration as much as it is getting acknowledged for what I put my effort into. As for my group, I don't really have one, hah. There's definitely a scene/subculture to which my interests align.
But alas, as I'm still in high school, chance and proximity dictate my connections to a greater extent than choice does. I'd rather have a friend far away who understands me than a "friend" in real life just because I don't want to be alone or to look like I can't keep someone company. It wasn't my choice to be born here, with these people, or to have this family. Call me selfish for consuming my parents' resources, but it wasn't my choice to be alive.
I'm a tourist in my home town and I'm packing up and getting the fuck out of here. They say that you're only young once, but I don't think I'll ever truly be alive until I can choose my circumstances and the people around me.
"New York is the kind of place where it's nice to visit, but you would never really want to live there." UHM?! I DO want to live in a big city where there are people evveerrryyywhere and everything is spaced closely together. The fuck do they know? "But a small apartment is expensive." A small apartment is all I need. I don't want a big house. I'm out and about enough for my dwelling to be either a closet with a bed in it or a trashed party room.
Hmmm or join the Peace Corps. Again, I don't care about material belongings, nor do I have a sense of sanctuary-- I just want to live. Just as long as there's actually a world outside of my front door instead of all road.
I like talking about myself, but that's it for now.
This is what he typed:
I'm a 3w4, btw. MAYBE 4w3. I'm not sure on my tritype, but that's really not as important to me as the core fixation and stacking. The point is what patterns dominate my thoughts most of the time.
Christina as 3w4 SX/SP... I can see that. The lyrics for "Hurt" bleeeeeeeeddd 3 SX. Not in the glamorized pin-up girl way, but in the sense of clinging to someone you always wanted to make proud. Anyone can feel the pain in the song. Anyone can relate to heartbreak, but not the same way she's describing.
I REALLY felt that way about a teacher, in spite of everyone telling me I was crazy (well, they call me crazy for a lot of other things. My reputation is pretty out there, but...). I still get that intuitive nudge to say that I love[d] him.
It's a kick in the face when someone who I thought understood me kind of does a 180. :/ Aside from that one case, I bond to people on a one-on-one basis crazy fast. I don't remember the last time I didn't have someone with whom I had that kind of connection.
Side note: -_- people tend to think I'm either really, really angry, really, really sad, or really, really spastic before they get to know me. Usually the second one. I'm hyperreactive and have had people ask me if I'm bipolar or have OCD or worse, if I'm on my period.
If I did have a disorder, would it make a difference in how the treated me? Probably not. It's so easy for people to make fun of bipolar disorder when they've never had it.
It's just not something I can control. Depression... wanting to die or run away sucks, to be fair, and mania is just fucking scary. Having both of them isn't a joke like some people make it out to be. I imagine that ultimately, what they want is someone who can understand them.
Maybe I could do with toning down the give-a-fuck meter, but persistent misconceptions get my panties in a bunch, and I HAVE TO correct them when I see them. Assumptions about me get my panties in a bunch. Homophobia gets my panties in a bunch. Certain jokes about rape get my panties in a bunch. Telling me to not get my panties in a bunch gets my panties in a bunch. I know that people will be people, but that's why I stay the fuck away from THOSE people.
Groups? AWWWWWKWARD. One-on-one is fine. With a small group is fine, but otherwise, I almost feel this sense of animosity if I'm not close to everyone in the group.
But I do have reasons for SO. As a 3, it's not necessarily about social admiration as much as it is getting acknowledged for what I put my effort into. As for my group, I don't really have one, hah. There's definitely a scene/subculture to which my interests align.
But alas, as I'm still in high school, chance and proximity dictate my connections to a greater extent than choice does. I'd rather have a friend far away who understands me than a "friend" in real life just because I don't want to be alone or to look like I can't keep someone company. It wasn't my choice to be born here, with these people, or to have this family. Call me selfish for consuming my parents' resources, but it wasn't my choice to be alive.
I'm a tourist in my home town and I'm packing up and getting the fuck out of here. They say that you're only young once, but I don't think I'll ever truly be alive until I can choose my circumstances and the people around me.
"New York is the kind of place where it's nice to visit, but you would never really want to live there." UHM?! I DO want to live in a big city where there are people evveerrryyywhere and everything is spaced closely together. The fuck do they know? "But a small apartment is expensive." A small apartment is all I need. I don't want a big house. I'm out and about enough for my dwelling to be either a closet with a bed in it or a trashed party room.
Hmmm or join the Peace Corps. Again, I don't care about material belongings, nor do I have a sense of sanctuary-- I just want to live. Just as long as there's actually a world outside of my front door instead of all road.
I like talking about myself, but that's it for now.
