Amargith
Hotel California
- Joined
- Nov 5, 2008
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- MBTI Type
- ENFP
- Enneagram
- 4dw
- Instinctual Variant
- sx/so
The differences between your two posts look like the difference between two SP doms having a different aux.
LOL, very astute. You're right.
But they do share the following:
INTJs are truly like cats. Cats that live in a pack of dogs. I cannot believe I have to explain this.
What is the point of it all? The point of it all is to NOT have to stand alone. To have help and a safe haven to go to. To find for that matter people who understand and enjoy what you feel like rambling about, expressing and who in turn enrich your life with their quirks - if only for entertainment purposes. Hell, to just laugh off some of that stress you guys carry around.
YES, I know, you're capable of handling yourself, of handling anything that comes your way. That you don't feel the need to follow the hierarchy within the pack when you see no reason for it - in that I even join you - or that you have no time to waste on social dynamics as you have work to do...
But the point is that that ends you up where we started: with people misunderstanding you.
Ever see a cat and a dog miscommunicate? One wags its tail to indicate it wants to play, the other coz it's annoyed and cannot fathom anyone wanting to play as it opens you up to injury. One bows down in an attempt to invite you to join in, the other takes it as an invasion of personal space. And things escalate from there, fighting over resources, personal space and territory.
It takes teaching the cat that the dog aint doing this to be threatening and let lose a little and stop being so paranoid/serious and go with it - as well as teaching the dog to give the cat its space and respect that - to restore pack order. That, or putting the cat on top above everyone else in the hierarchy - tricky, considering that is a place of dominance and leadership and you'll be expected to perform the duties that come with it and deal with the challenges from competitors.
Sure, you don't *need* social interaction, friends, bonds, whatever. You also do not need mac and cheese, chocolate milk, fluffy pillows and cuddles, but ya know what? They enhance your life. Water and bread makes you survive, for sure. Life is still nicer with a *** twix bar in your hand and a person to share it with. Even for you guys.
See, this is what I see you failing to comprehend:
You may not need someone else's help technically to take care of yourself, but it might just make things faster, more efficient, more fun (gasp!), and more rewarding. And IF you do get yourself in a pickle, you're not nearly as vulnerable. Don't kid yourself either. As competent as you often are, you will on occasion suffer set backs and injuries. Like a cat, you guys hide your injuries, forget about self-pity, forget about showing your wounds to the group so they can cover for you and creep away in a bush to wait for it to heal. God forbid you show it to a vet, who could, ya know, fix that damned thing for ya.
And god forbid that instead of having to fight for every inch of territory, you learn to share it, gaining some goodwill with your pack mates, some recognition for your awesome contributions and someone to cover your back - just in case it *might* come in handy.
In truth, you're in a vulnerable position.
Nobody is an island. Including my own kitties btw. But their communication skills, their need to do things their way, their insistence on dealing with threats alone leave them vulnerable and exposed. There is strength in numbers, there are 5 of them, and they *still* manage to have to fight all their own battles with other cats in the neighbourhood and come home scratched up coz they won't stand together. And I end up having to take care of *YET* another infected eye, paw, or whatever else they got this time - and for that matter trick them in letting me treat it
And my INTJ is no **** different. He runs himself down, works 10+ hours a day at work, won't get his personnel to pick up the slack, does not sleep enough, and ends up doing *everything* himself. And when I show concern, he goes 'It's not a big deal, I'm fine!' *hides injured paw behind his back*
It's like having an extra cat.

You are vulnerable. Whether you like to hear it or not, you're *extremely* vulnerable. Because you do not do strength in numbers.And you *everytime* overestimate how much you can and should be able to handle, as your pride demands you should be able to handle anything life throws at you, no matter what. You punish yourself for failing to be Atlas and you rarely ask for help. And when you re forced to do so anyway, you're so pessimistic in trusting that the other person will actually provide it and be competent at it that it doesn't exactly inspire them to go out on a limb, for you. And it is why you will *always* be overshadowed by less devoted, less dedicated, less competent people and under appreciated in ways you do not deserve. Because those other people take the smart way instead of the hard way. They realise that standing together, forging those essential bonds you consider a waste of your time will get you *everywhere*.
It is at times maddening to watch such a smart person be this stupid, I'm sorry.
As for the social thing. Mine is sp-sx and even *he* is starting to notice that in Norway, right now, we have no real friends. He has his work colleagues - who he doesn't trust further than he can throw them, and I have you guys. But our circle of friends which started out as MY circle of friends is back in Belgium. I deliberately didn't build one here as we re only to stay a few years here, but it affects us. He misses them, and so do I. It is *nice* to be able to have a group to call home, to get together with a bunch of people who will be there when life gets you down and who share some of your hobbies and hang out to do silly things. People who are *happy* to see you, who are willing to share your misery as well as your good fortune. But yes, those things need to be invested in and it is something he looks to me for, to do *for him*.
Go it alone, if you truly feel that you have to. You are a cat, after all. And I aint asking you to become dog of the year. But be aware of the risks and high costs that come with your choice to go cat all the way. It aint the safer, smarter or funner choice. Don't kid yourself.