a do a lot of spontaneous stuff. i moved to new york city spontaneously (from LA), with no job or home lined up beforehand, and a few days of forethought. i left all my furniture behind.
Now that's the kind of thing I'd fantasize about doing, but not the kind of thing I'd actually be crazy enough to do. Mostly because I'm afraid of finding out that the new place has all the same limitations and problems as the place I left, and nothing will have improved or opened up in the new situation. If I don't try, I can always imagine that there's a place I could go to find more opportunities. Lame, I know, but that's how my mind works a lot of the time.
I ate an entire king sized bag of fritos. Because I could. I mean, I started eating them because I was hungry, but I coulda stopped like halfway and been plenty full, but I was eating them so fast that I suddenly realized when I was like 3/4 done "hey, I am eating the HELL outta these fritos!" So at that point I'm thinking "i can finish this sucker. Rawwwwwrrrrr!" So I did. And yeah I got a tummy ache, yeah I felt like I was gonna puke a bit, but it was worth it, because dammit, Fritos! Rawrrrrrrrrr!
I know what you mean, except I don't really do this consciously or view it as an achievement.
Sometimes I eat an entire bag of chips without realizing I've eaten them. Mostly it's when I'm really into something, and focused to the point that I don't concentrate on eating. Basically Ni tells Se, "Hey, I'm too busy to worry about lunch today, will you take care of it for me?" Se goes, "Okay, I'll grab something... let's see, what will take the least preparation? Oh, look, a bag of chips. That should fix it for now." Then, several hours later, during dinner, I happen to ask, "Why aren't we having chips with these burgers? Didn't we get some earlier?" And then someone has to tell me, "You ate them all." and then I look over at the bag and go "Oh, yeah... I guess I did."
Basically, SPs probably define Se as "what makes life worth living," while I define it as "the reason my diets fail eventually."
Oh, you should see me eat. I eat way too incredibly fast. People have remarked that they turn their heads for a second and when they look back my food is gone. And I eat alot, too. haha.
Yeah, I do that too (except I usually don't eat a lot). I never understood eating food slowly, it seems like a waste of time.
This is similar to what I did when I went to WA. An internet friend decided I would make a great camp counselor, and I figured that would help me out of my rut so a couple months later I went up, not knowing if I would stay or not. My dad said he was regarding it as my moving out, basically.
Long story short, I finally decided by the end of the summer I would stay in WA because I had fallen in love with it and I bought a car from the cook's assistant with most of my earnings. I was going to live in it until I got a job and enough money to get a place. Unfortunately it broke down and I ended up leaving it on the side of the road. I thought about camping out in the woods until I had more options, but the camp director let me stay in return for washing dishes. Finally he forced me to leave, and I lived with the family of another internet friend in Seattle for a couple more months before finally just returning home. haha.
I'm moving back to Seattle this fall with a better plan this time. And actually letting people know my plans beforehand. I got a few people upset last time because they didn't know I was thinking about staying. hah
That's interesting that you managed to use connections to Internet friends to set up a situation for yourself away from home. Sigh... I guess this is why SPs don't bother with fantasies. They don't need them, because they can actually get most of what they want out of real life.
Does it ever bother you that people want to know your plans? I always feel a bit offended when people want to know that... I never
want to tell them, because I feel like I'm giving up control when I do that. I tend to feel like what I'm planning is no one else's business unless it affects them directly. Having to tell people what I'm doing ahead of time just makes me not want to do anything at all. Unfortunately, I rarely do anything without telling people, so I end up doing as little as possible because I really, really hate telling people what I'm planning. To the point that I'd rather do nothing than have to tell people what I want to do. It's so... invasive. Do you know what I mean?
The worst part of it is, they always throw worst-case scenarios at me, and demand sound reasoning and detailed plans. Which I'm never able to provide, and then they say things that scare me. They always tell me that my plans are too vague. Which pretty much breaks my trust in myself to the point that I never follow my own plans.
I always end up thinking to myself at this point, "What is it with people who want you to plan out details rather than just an outline? For all I know, X could happen and I'd have to do Y, or Z could happen and I'd have to do A. I can only prepare for most of the possible ways the situation might unfold based on my goals, I won't know the details until I get there. Are people insane? Do they expect me to be psychic and commit to several details about a future situation being correct that I have no direct control over, and inform them of every little thing that deviates from them? That doesn't make any sense, it's pointless. I think they just don't want me to do anything, so I guess I won't do anything."