sLiPpY
New member
- Joined
- Oct 14, 2009
- Messages
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- MBTI Type
- ISTP
- Enneagram
- 9w8
- Instinctual Variant
- sp/sx
Seeing individual reply's is awesome to me.
Like my dad was an ISTP and I didn't get him. omfg...now I do.
My N shift is a ton stronger than his, and I write more and well, sometimes I remember him saying chit that totally blew me away. like ok, my dad thinks about that crap?
My granddad was also an ISTP. The man was very quiet unless among his friends. He loved fishing more than almost anything, and didn't have much education but designed conveyors to move coal that are still in use in West Virginia today.
Seeing bamboo's observance of appreciation for the gun story. Reminded me of an afternoon when my granddad returned from hunting.
I was a "city" kid and always felt like my gramps liked me, but didn't quite respect me? or know quite what to make of me?
So the birds were in a bag on the table. I didn't say a word. I went to the kitchen and got a knife and started cleaning those birds.
yeh, I'd been taken hunting before, I had my own bow and arrow...but I'd never cleaned jack nor shat before.
My grandpa kept watching TV, but I noticed he'd look over from time to time.
I got to the last bird and he walked over.
He picked up the first bird.
Man says, 'First bird looks like the last bird, where'd you learn to clean like that?"
I didn't have an answer for him. Just sat there and smiled. old dude, just went on to bed. Wasn't even quite dark yet.
From then on, he still didn't say much...but I could feel his respect.
uh, I need to stay away from these g* damn forums. I'm typing crap that I wouldn't say to anybody else...and it's not like it's the first forum ever.
Like my dad was an ISTP and I didn't get him. omfg...now I do.
My N shift is a ton stronger than his, and I write more and well, sometimes I remember him saying chit that totally blew me away. like ok, my dad thinks about that crap?
My granddad was also an ISTP. The man was very quiet unless among his friends. He loved fishing more than almost anything, and didn't have much education but designed conveyors to move coal that are still in use in West Virginia today.
Seeing bamboo's observance of appreciation for the gun story. Reminded me of an afternoon when my granddad returned from hunting.
I was a "city" kid and always felt like my gramps liked me, but didn't quite respect me? or know quite what to make of me?
So the birds were in a bag on the table. I didn't say a word. I went to the kitchen and got a knife and started cleaning those birds.
yeh, I'd been taken hunting before, I had my own bow and arrow...but I'd never cleaned jack nor shat before.
My grandpa kept watching TV, but I noticed he'd look over from time to time.
I got to the last bird and he walked over.
He picked up the first bird.
Man says, 'First bird looks like the last bird, where'd you learn to clean like that?"
I didn't have an answer for him. Just sat there and smiled. old dude, just went on to bed. Wasn't even quite dark yet.
From then on, he still didn't say much...but I could feel his respect.
uh, I need to stay away from these g* damn forums. I'm typing crap that I wouldn't say to anybody else...and it's not like it's the first forum ever.
