Verfremdungseffekt
videodrones; questions
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- MBTI Type
- INTp
- Enneagram
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Okay, here's some more.
INTP: Find somewhere safe, tranquil, cozy to hunker down and get your thinking on. Only venture out when you have expended your resources one way or another.
ENTP: Never stop running. Don't get too entrenched, because like a shark your mind has no choice but to keep moving forward. Anywhere you land is temporary, and standing still is death.
One of my closest friends, an ENTP, kept all his belongings in cardboard boxes for the several years he lived in his last house. Same thing with my fiancée, until someone forced her to unpack a few kitchen utensils and then I came along to put everything in its place.
I've had long talks with an INTP friend of mine about how our environments are extensions of our minds, and how we never feel settled or secure and able to be ourselves until we arrange everything just so. I need a nest, or I go a little strange.
Thus again, my observations about McCoy's ridiculous TARDIS overhaul once he was left alone in the place.
What a nerd lair. All familiarity, vague fetishism, ambiance. It's cozy, which allows the brain to flourish. Compare with the 950-some years the Doctor left the TARDIS pretty much in its factory settings, with a few upgrades or tweaks here and there, mostly for practical reasons. All white walls, sparse furniture, the occasional unfinished project tossed in a corner. Much like my fiancée's apartment or my ENTP friend's house. The Doctor isn't going to be in there for long, so why bother putting too much work in?
INTP: Find somewhere safe, tranquil, cozy to hunker down and get your thinking on. Only venture out when you have expended your resources one way or another.
ENTP: Never stop running. Don't get too entrenched, because like a shark your mind has no choice but to keep moving forward. Anywhere you land is temporary, and standing still is death.
One of my closest friends, an ENTP, kept all his belongings in cardboard boxes for the several years he lived in his last house. Same thing with my fiancée, until someone forced her to unpack a few kitchen utensils and then I came along to put everything in its place.
I've had long talks with an INTP friend of mine about how our environments are extensions of our minds, and how we never feel settled or secure and able to be ourselves until we arrange everything just so. I need a nest, or I go a little strange.
Thus again, my observations about McCoy's ridiculous TARDIS overhaul once he was left alone in the place.
What a nerd lair. All familiarity, vague fetishism, ambiance. It's cozy, which allows the brain to flourish. Compare with the 950-some years the Doctor left the TARDIS pretty much in its factory settings, with a few upgrades or tweaks here and there, mostly for practical reasons. All white walls, sparse furniture, the occasional unfinished project tossed in a corner. Much like my fiancée's apartment or my ENTP friend's house. The Doctor isn't going to be in there for long, so why bother putting too much work in?