LOL OMG, you may hate me, but I love you guys. You have just made me laugh harder than I have in a long time.


Okay, so I took a break last night, really thought about how I 'think' and 'feel' and came up with this rather amorphous result:
I'm sorry if I was a nitwit, but I'm just starting to get really engaged in this stuff, so I admit my 'knowledge' (if you really want to call it that) is extremely limited. Therefore, I'm relying overly heavily on what other people think, as I only have a few books and a whole bunch of Internet sources to go on.
What makes this system quite challenging is akin to what makes math different from languages: Whereas there is usually a logical, limited scope for correct answers in math, language is more amorphous. And I see MBTI like the language branch of psychology - a seemingly ever-evolving, ever-changing mass of - well, jack shit! LOL j/k - that I am trying to grasp.
It is like trying to capture fog....grasping at something seemingly tangible, and having nothing but a slightly moist hand.
At the end of the day, there is but one question:
What makes up the essence of human beings?
What makes Carolyn - Carolyn? What makes Little Linguist who she is? Is it her outward appearance? Her actions? Her thoughts? Her feelings? Which thoughts and feelings are hers, and what is 'programmed'? And how do you learn to separate the two? How do you define the 'natural' from the 'learned', or is that even desirable?
In essence - what makes you who you are?
This question and this answer may be super-apparent to most people, but it has been a constant struggle for me. Why? Because I always define myself through some outside parameters and not inside. My family always 'tried to get me' to go inside for the answers, and I see that it has merit, but it's hard for me.
So what do I do? I go outside again, my normal tendency, only to be frustrated at asking 50 different people who cannot know the correct answer (if I am fair) and getting 500 different answers, confusing me all the more.
How do I find myself? HOW? It's easier to catch the myriad of snowflakes falling down from the sky right now outside my very doorstep than to capture the essence that makes me who I am.
And at the end, I'm forced to stare at myself in the mirror and admit that I know nothing. And that all that I know is meaningless and could be rendered absolutely meaningless, also in this crazy world we live in, at the press of a button or the one-step-too-far that human beings always go to destroy their own environment, be it natural or manmade.
Tell me: What makes up the essence of a person? Is this all a construct? Is all this posturing about type merely another trick our minds are playing on us?
I really don't know. But I seek to find. And maybe therein lies the error. I need to let it come to me.
Often, with knowledge of self, I find that if you look for it and search, like a lover for your life, you shall not find it. One morning you wake up, and you can do it. Or so it seems. The baby steps are not apparent until one day, you wake up and realize the days are a lot longer. Do you notice that?
When the winter solstice arrives, the days start getting longer, but you do not realize it for a long, long time. Until one day, you get up and say, "Whoa, it's light! It's bright out! A month ago it was dark."
And so it is with the discovery of self.
So, damn it, I'm trying to rush things and getting nowhere. I need to let it happen and come to me, and it will manifest itself in time.
YAY for stream of consciousness.