Gizmo
New member
- Joined
- Apr 26, 2015
- Messages
- 98
- MBTI Type
- INTJ
- Enneagram
- 458
- Instinctual Variant
- sx/sp
First you were rare and unique because you typed as an INTJ. You recognise this, but try to remind your self logically that it's not supposed to be about that. You could really dig into the other types, and learn about various types of people, but once you've developed a slightly more than basic basic understanding of the types, and how they may behave/project themselves... You start to find this to be significantly less interesting than studying yourself. See you already evaluated all of your patterns. You already reflect so much upon where you've been, because you've been trying to figure out where you could possibly go next. The present never really made a whole lot of sense... Your just kinda there doing what you have to do, and using every bit of knowledge you have to sorta make shit happen as you see fit. Your not to worried about being in control... Why? Well you're already in control. Your unique perception of reality makes that a given, so there really isn't much need to worry about precise logic way to control a situation. You already obtain the ability through unique identity to create that path, because no one else really knows. Being unpredictable has its perks. You could worry about this strange craving for power, and possibly fear corruption... This too is pointless, because the problem is realizing that emotionally you're just not capable of such roles. The issue is you're one of a kind... Deep down this is what you asked for. You really don't hate that no one understands you... Until well you wake up in the morning and recognise that no one was actually there beside you. This is followed by a deep breath, a quick shower to clear you're head, and what ever sorta checklist you have to make sure that you're ready and have everything you need for work, and that you're mentally ready to hide all the sporadic emotional shit reciprocating through that sophisticated noggin of yours.
Luckily for you the work place is you're niche. People don't care about you're true emotional state of being... They want to get shit done and go home. Everybody seems to complain about punching that time card, but not you you're happy having you're mind preoccupied from your inner dwelling's... If not... You know you'd be in a really bad state after an unknown amount of time. So really you know that in that moment you truly would have nothing better to do. About that time you begin to recognise that "holy shit I can't believe I just swam through that much random thought, and got this much done, and it's almost perfect." Then there is this switch that flips as you analyze over every little detail you just did... It's perfect, but why does it feel like something is missing???...???...???...!!! You just can't leave it that way can you? Perfection can't be significant without your own special finishing touch... Would Picasso let his art go unnoticed? You really can't provide an precise example, because you apply to every little tiny itsy bitsy thing that you do, because you want someone to notice who you really are... Although you really don't want to draw that kind of attention either.
At this point you realise that you're true self is somewhere between the logic and seas of inner emotions. Somehow this is all tied into your identity, and if life is your art, well then perception to yourself and others is what ever you choose to create... Is there a silent way to accomplish this??? Hello Fashion!
Your looking more of a way to to express yourself. You're not big into trends, because what's the point if everyone else is doing it? Although doing so will help you blend in. Now you start to observe and perceive the functionality behind combining ideas in your own way where ever you go... You want to blend in, but you need everything to be efficient also... Oddly enough you start to see that this is an art all in it's own. Some fashion trends follow you into work, and parts if your work follow you into social and really any typical inhabited environment. You recognise the beauty in this idea, because it's a true physical expression of who you are... You're inner workings sorta find a way to bleed out. People notice, but not everyone, and even though they notice it... They still can't totally figure it out, but they know something is different. Intelligence tends to recognise intelligence.
Finally your day gets to subdue. The jungle is so noisy, and you finally get to retreat to your solitude. This is the time you get to reflect, and really process your day and typical things of that nature. This is necessary in order to make sense of it all. You win some, and you lose some. You're not depressed, nor are you happy. You find yourself in the realm that you like to call appreciation. You're OK with this. You see life as a bitter sweet symphony, and the best part is knowing that you're the composer of such an art. At the end of the day you just want to live to write a good story. Your inner emotion creates the intensity, and logic sorta ties everything together, and keeps the story traveling in the direction you choose. However... At this point you really sink deep and focus on the missing piece... Something every good story needs... A love story, but your to tired now to explore that topic. Mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted its time to rest for a new day, but with love on you're mind you know that you have plenty to dream about until the the day begins again.
Luckily for you the work place is you're niche. People don't care about you're true emotional state of being... They want to get shit done and go home. Everybody seems to complain about punching that time card, but not you you're happy having you're mind preoccupied from your inner dwelling's... If not... You know you'd be in a really bad state after an unknown amount of time. So really you know that in that moment you truly would have nothing better to do. About that time you begin to recognise that "holy shit I can't believe I just swam through that much random thought, and got this much done, and it's almost perfect." Then there is this switch that flips as you analyze over every little detail you just did... It's perfect, but why does it feel like something is missing???...???...???...!!! You just can't leave it that way can you? Perfection can't be significant without your own special finishing touch... Would Picasso let his art go unnoticed? You really can't provide an precise example, because you apply to every little tiny itsy bitsy thing that you do, because you want someone to notice who you really are... Although you really don't want to draw that kind of attention either.
At this point you realise that you're true self is somewhere between the logic and seas of inner emotions. Somehow this is all tied into your identity, and if life is your art, well then perception to yourself and others is what ever you choose to create... Is there a silent way to accomplish this??? Hello Fashion!
Your looking more of a way to to express yourself. You're not big into trends, because what's the point if everyone else is doing it? Although doing so will help you blend in. Now you start to observe and perceive the functionality behind combining ideas in your own way where ever you go... You want to blend in, but you need everything to be efficient also... Oddly enough you start to see that this is an art all in it's own. Some fashion trends follow you into work, and parts if your work follow you into social and really any typical inhabited environment. You recognise the beauty in this idea, because it's a true physical expression of who you are... You're inner workings sorta find a way to bleed out. People notice, but not everyone, and even though they notice it... They still can't totally figure it out, but they know something is different. Intelligence tends to recognise intelligence.
Finally your day gets to subdue. The jungle is so noisy, and you finally get to retreat to your solitude. This is the time you get to reflect, and really process your day and typical things of that nature. This is necessary in order to make sense of it all. You win some, and you lose some. You're not depressed, nor are you happy. You find yourself in the realm that you like to call appreciation. You're OK with this. You see life as a bitter sweet symphony, and the best part is knowing that you're the composer of such an art. At the end of the day you just want to live to write a good story. Your inner emotion creates the intensity, and logic sorta ties everything together, and keeps the story traveling in the direction you choose. However... At this point you really sink deep and focus on the missing piece... Something every good story needs... A love story, but your to tired now to explore that topic. Mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted its time to rest for a new day, but with love on you're mind you know that you have plenty to dream about until the the day begins again.
