Indie's Inanities

awesome poetry IndieGirl! Life can sometimes suck so stay away from those lemons. *slaps self for acting like know-it-all* Thanx again for allowing us all to read your words of life and you. Hang tough and kick some ass! Thanx to you :lol: I wont go see that movie now.
School For Scoundrels is lame, FYI.
Taking my Better halve to go see Flicka instead. She likes those type of movies. Oh yea my better halve enjoys your poetry as well and related big time with them. Again thanx.
 
I do what I can...I work with what I have. My doubt is my passion, and my passion is my task.

;)

+50 points for whoever can tell me where that comes from.


The only coworker I really get along with is leaving me today. But I might be following her to her next job... customer service for eBay(tm). Heck, it's $15 an hour, full time with benefits, and it's right next to my dad's building, so I can hitch a ride to work with him in the mornings. An hour and a half in the car with dad every day might be a bit painful, but at this point, there's not a lot I wouldn't be willing to do for $15/hr AND the pleasure of being able to run screaming from this place.

I'm going to head outside, since it's her last day, and join her on her smoke break.

Later, kids.


IG
 
Nope. Henry James, actually. :lol:

Pleeehhhhh.....

What a crazy weekend! My grandma got really sick and had to go to the hospital, so we went running up to Logan and back and forth all weekend. She caught the pneumonia somehow and it was scary. Still is, but at least she's stabilized.

Then, in the midst of all that trauma, when Scott and I were hanging out on Saturday night, he was like, "So, straight up - are we together? Would you call all of this 'dating'? And would it bug you if that's what I see it as?" I laughed and told him I'd actually like that a lot.

Because I would.

So that's official. And I like it being official. And my brother officially and finally has stopped teasing me about online boyfriends. So yay.

And yay for dating a guy older than you who intimidates your brother.


^_^


you better go back home
and put on
some other

clothes.

it's hard
enough to laugh
at a joke
everyone

knows. you

slip
outside yourself

it might be hard to

tell. all

your closest friends -
from higher wealth -

as tragic as it
seems
have forgotten your name.

so i hope you're not
just living for
things.

can't find the word to say -
indecision
gets in the way, runs
you

into the ground.

there's never room
for

coffins

in the photo album.

a crook-backed kid
is in the way.
 
Relationships are for Optimists. :P
Seriously, thats cool. Call me old fashioned, but I think Internet relationships aren't comparble to actually seeing someone everyday in the flesh, someone you can hug and poke and stuff.
Poke him for me, will you? With a pointy stick. And when he asks why tell him that some inane welshman who you have never really met told you to do it. And tell me what his reaction is. Im thinking it will be this: :eyebrow:



[size=-2]Disclaimer: you don't have to do it. The mere thought of it will keep me amused for hours.[/size]
 
Just pinch the man in your life and ask him if he felt that and if he did, he felt what you heard. Flicka is definitely a chick flick but my sweetheart loved the hell out of it. (she use to ride mustangs in her younger 4-H days.) If you want a weird reality check go see Adam Shandlers flick called Click. That movie made me think about a few things in my life. You Rock again and still Roll. Keep it real as only you know how to.
 
That movie (Click) was awesome. I want to buy it so bad, but alas I am still poor.

And hooray for Chelsea! That is cool you guys are official and yes I agree..internet boyfriends are no bueno. Talk to you later.
 
Your guyses matchie avatars make me giggle. I just had to tell you that.

Sir Jameson, I shall poke him straightaway, and get back to you. By the way, I'm calling you Sir Jameson from know on. You have no choice in the matter, really.

Flicka... y'know, I'd go see it, but...I just have this...I HATE TIM MCGRAW...thing...that I'd have to...get past, first.

In other news: GO SEE THE PRESTIGE RIGHT FREAKING NOW! GO! WHY ARE YOU STILL READING THIS?!?!

David Bowie as Nikola Tesla. Yes.


Tesla would probably be apalled at the fact that he's in a movie, but whatever, it's David Bowie. As OPA put it: How could you watch that and NOT jerk off in the theater?


Seriously. He really did say that. I'm just quoting.



I chopped all my hair off (again) yesterday. Just in time to be Shaun of the Dead for halloween.

I have yet to locate a cricket bat, though. I think I'm going to have to settle for a pool cue. It's very disheartening.


Red Vines are the best way to spend a Tuesday afternoon. When you can't be with your new lova.


EEEEE! That's so much fun to say! :pinch:




Later, kids.

IG



IGEdit: Comma-ectomy.
 
Thanks I think the matchee avatars are cute. Plus I just love her. Oh and I am right there with Tim McGraw problem..too drunk...

Hope you enjoy your red vines and get to see your new luver soon.
 
Sir Jameson, I shall poke him straightaway, and get back to you. By the way, I'm calling you Sir Jameson from know on. You have no choice in the matter, really.
Did I ever have a choice? :huh:
Oh, and the actual thought of you poking your bf actually made me laugh myself to sleep when I went to bed after posting. I was laying in my bed giggling for 10 minutes, making little poking motions. I have to say though, I did have a good nights sleep for the first time this week, so thank you for that.
I chopped all my hair off (again) yesterday. Just in time to be Shaun of the Dead for halloween.

I have yet to locate a cricket bat, though. I think I'm going to have to settle for a pool cue. It's very disheartening.

*Cakatoa likes long hair on the ladies. :(
But you'll probably look hot anyway. Which will probably never make me watch that film in the same way again if I ever see the pics.....
And talking of cricket bats, they hurt more than baseball bats. I've been hit by both, so I can compare.
....
not after the other though, it's not like I got hit just to see which one hurts most in a scientific experiment, I just happened to get hit by such items on seperate occasions.
Somebody in your Government probably read too much HHG2G, and has the unshakeable belief that cricket bats are in fact alien weapons of mass destruction, so discretely took them off all the shelves in America.
 
short hair on hot chicks is rad, but it only suits some. and chels im glad to say that both you and a certain sparkeling lady are part of that some.

will hot chicks get offended if i call them a lady?


and grats on the officialness. im still at least a month away from my own shot at the big time, if you know what i mean ;), and im not even sure if she wants a super rad transformers nerd bf or is just going after me for my insane make-out skills.
 
Sigh. Children, children.

Today is the big day. The official church Halloween Party/Talent Show... They've named it "Halloween Idol". I know, lame. I have taken to calling it "Hellaweeny Idol" just for fun. Which is kind of ironic, since i'm involved in two of the 16 acts. One is the choir, singing Bohemian Rhapsody. The second is me sitting on the edge of the gymnasium stage and attempting to recite a selected mish-mash of Eddie Izzard without a)going into a British accent, and b) cursing.

My Shaun of the Dead costume is complete since yesterday, when I hit up my old high school drama teacher for a good goatee that matches my hair and some latex. I have also located a cricket bat. (Su had one all along, but naturally she was my last resort.)

I just read the little flyer we got at church on Sunday announcing the Halloween Idol and noticed that it says:
  • No trans-gender costumes, please.
I'm going to assume they meant the don't want the three closet homosexuals in the ward to come dressed up like girls, even though two of them are singing the solo bits in Rhapsody.

And no, OPA, I am NOT one of those three...

Number B: I have been rocking the fauxhawk for 3 straight days, and have been chatted up at least twice at work, and 4 times when I was at the mall yesterday, and then again by my old drama teacher. I always thought he'd fancied blondes...my bad.

And yes, a couple of those were girls. :pinch:

I now have 6 minutes left of my break, so I need to go give my Gaia Online avatar a haircut and fix her pirate costume, send an email to mah baby, and then go buy some caffeine.

I'll letcha all know how it turns out this evening...

Did I mention they're letting me play guitar for the choir thing? I've been practicing. It's totally hot.

At least, Scott likes it. A lot.

He liked it at least three times last night.

:lol:



Shazam!

IG
 
Weird vibes lately. Odd, discomfort...a sort of tense, coiled, unsprung torrent of confession? No, not confession. Admittance. Reluctant, but inevitable.

I can't find the words. And it's not me, or Scott. It's him.

He's been writing lately. Posts them where I can see them...and they burn in the scars of the little tear-lines. He always finds a way to discomfit me when I'm at a quiet, sincere, comfortable place.

I'm tired of his haunting, of the way he still sits behind corners and peeks at me, to remind me he's there, in the dark, in the wings.

I know he'll never be on the stage with me again, never again will we stand in the streetlight and look at the tree-branches. Confess dreams and meaning and co-write about the things that we saw together. The things we saw of togetherness in the times we were apart.

I keep thinking I'm fixed, that this jigsaw me is sorted out and showing a nice picture.

I keep forgetting that inherently, a jigsaw will always lie in pieces.

He writes:

ation
in expectation
separation's
preparation lies
the incidental,
monumental
compliment of ties

within
i'm spread
too thin
to fight
or win
for right
or sin
to tread
alight
begin
tonight
without
withall
within

soundfuzz
they always seem to say
waiting patiently
but how else can one wait
or at least wait for me

the emotional vibe
clamped on my head
cover my ears
the speakers are dead

slip into the noise
warm like a bath
pleasure just adds up
but don't do the math

I can't talk right now
perhaps another day
wait for me til then
they always seem to say

sparkness
shadow shading
figures fading
wading through the dark
in right defiance
light’s reliance
falls a single spark

milled
thoughts congeal as jealous
what goes on, and what's been off?
zeal denies it's state as zealous
'gainst the time she was a toff
can I think evil thoughts about it?
can I be blind effectively?
if I keep it all inside
it won't hurt anyone but me

don't
i wish i didn't care
but i do so that i don't
sometimes i wish i wouldn't
but i won't

altered faith
where are you now?
i fear you're having fun without me
i don't want you to doubt me
but i'm so doubtable

blissfully deadp
voiceless in the sour shade
of shallow earth and grass and blade
surrounded, dead, but not afraid


He write about me in the places she can't see them. He leaves me in the background corners of his life now.

Things could have been so different.

I search, scour my collection of music. Scrambling almost frantically...but everything is quiet. So silent.

And I can't find the right song to sing.


October is almost over. I have a lot of writing to do.



To the morning,

IG








IGEdit: Pictures more than words...
 
untitled october 26

it bleeds the sound
to nothing.

when it finally takes us over
i will float away
to get it.

is every child
a bastard?

you come to me
in dreams but i

am disconsolate,
am aware that i

have lost you

bright,
irreplaceable...
you

are the tennis ball
sylvia mentioned.
you have left me in twilight
with the twinge,

the memory
of how you once felt
in my hand.

i am lucky
it's october

the wind
reminds me that i'm
alive
the leaves

of things prove that
even grey
comes in color

snowfall doesn't mean
it will stick.
doesn't mean
that you won't get wet.

the hard part
is knowing what
i know
i know.

sings low:
i'm waiting

like
a loyal whore.
under
every

stone lover
-s

sleep alone.
 
:( I am sorry you are sad. I hope you are feeling better today. Your costume so unds rad. Quite a hilarious movie if I do say so myself. Oh well..Talk to you later.
 
untitled

words
so plain

upon your skin.

breaking levee.
feel it
shake like the dead.

so
what

will save you now?

here
comes a cold
sunrise.

plead release:

love me.
because love
doesn't exist, and i

i have tried
everything

that does.



This weekend...this weekend was crazy. Scott, his sister Patrice, and I went and scared the crap out of Su and Dan on Saturday night.

We hid in their bushes and flicked candy corn at their window and screen door. Su sent Dan out because she was sure someone was taking apart the doorknob and trying to break into the house. Dan went upstairs and came out the upstairs back door and just stood there.

We flicked another candy corn at the door and he still couldn't see us, so he said, "H-hello...?" and I couldn't help myself. I totally started laughing.

And then Patrice started laughing, and then Scott stuck the big carboard cutout of Kate Hudson - that we found in the garbage can behind the Movies 8 ages ago - up out of the bushes.

Dan screamed like a woman and said, "What the crap?!" and then Scott totally cracked up and I stuck my head up out of the bushes and chucked a handful of candy corn at Dan who was like "I knew it was you! I'd know your laugh anywhere! Su's scared to death inside!"

And I cackled, stood up with a sneer, and said, "And you're scared to death out here."

And he got all angry, and was like, "I was not scared! I was just surprised."

And then Scott stood up next to me and Dan got this weird look on his face, and Scott was like, "Yeah, because every guy screams like a woman when he's surprised."

(Meanwhile Patrice is choking to death still down behind the bushes because she's laughing so hard.)

Then Su came out in her pajamas and one of her eighty Japanese robes and was like, "Oh, I figured it would be you."

So we took our Kate Hudson over to our other friend Scott's house (who wasn't home) he lives at the top of a hill. We duct-taped a bunch of rockets Patrice bought in Idaho to the back of Kate Hudson and launched her out over the freeway. It was awesome.

Then I got a weird email from Dan about how it was cool to see me, because it's been a while and he didn't know that I was dating anyone currently, and when did Scott and I get together, and how serious were we and a whole bunch of other weird stuff.

Weird.

But funny.



On a scale of One to Awesome, I'm Super-great.

IG
 
I got a new email address, kids! It's [admin made deletion by request] in case you were wondering. My darth_chel was getting way to much spam, and if you put darth_chel on your resume, then people will know you're a gamer of some sort, or at the very least a geek, and therefore probably a slacker.

I have a job interview today, and on tomorrow. I'm excited about the one tomorrow... it's for a graphic design company. My dad knows their director, and he pulled some strings to get me an administrative assitant job. That would be awesome! And way less mundane than current crap job.

Now I have to go get ready for my crap phone survey job interview. I was gonna wear a skirt, but I'm thinking slacks...

More info later, after I go to my current job.

And happy Halloween!



I can't remember my legs,

IG




IGEdit: get my own name right...
 
So, I took one of those online personality tests, the first one you get when you google "Personality Test" because I've not much of anything to do this morning, and felt like sharing my results here:

Your Type is
ENFP
ExtrovertedIntuitiveFeelingPerceiving
Strength of the preferences %
33626244​


Qualitative analysis of your type formula

You are:

* moderately expressed extrovert
* distinctively expressed intuitive personality
* distinctively expressed feeling personality
* moderately expressed perceiving personality


The Portrait of the Champion Idealist (eNFp)

The Champion Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in accomplishing their aims, and informative and expressive when relating with others. For Champions, nothing occurs which does not have some deep ethical significance, and this, coupled with their uncanny sense of the motivations of others, gives them a talent for seeing life as an exciting drama, pregnant with possibilities for both good and evil. This type is found in only about 3 percent of the general population, but they have great influence because of their extraordinary impact on others. Champions are inclined to go everywhere and look into everything that has to do with the advance of good and the retreat of evil in the world. They can't bear to miss out on what is going on around them; they must experience, first hand, all the significant social events that affect our lives. And then they are eager to relate the stories they've uncovered, hoping to disclose the "truth" of people and issues, and to advocate causes. This strong drive to unveil current events can make them tireless in conversing with others, like fountains that bubble and splash, spilling over their own words to get it all out.

Champions consider intense emotional experiences as being vital to a full life, although they can never quite shake the feeling that a part of themselves is split off, uninvolved in the experience. Thus, while they strive for emotional congruency, they often see themselves in some danger of losing touch with their real feelings, which Champions possess in a wide range and variety. In the same vein, Champions strive toward a kind of spontaneous personal authenticity, and this intention always to "be themselves" is usually communicated nonverbally to others, who find it quite attractive. All too often, however, Champions fall short in their efforts to be authentic, and they tend to heap coals of fire on themselves, berating themselves for the slightest self-conscious role-playing.

Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving

General: ENFPs are both "idea"-people and "people"-people, who see everyone and everything as part of an often bizarre cosmic whole. They want to both help (at least, their own definition of "help") and be liked and admired by other people, on bo th an individual and a humanitarian level. They are interested in new ideas on principle, but ultimately discard most of them for one reason or another.

Social/Personal Relationships: ENFPs have a great deal of zany charm, which can ingratiate them to the more stodgy types in spite of their unconventionality. They are outgoing, fun, and genuinely like people. As SOs/mates they are warm, affectionate (l ots of PDA), and disconcertingly spontaneous. However, attention span in relationships can be short; ENFPs are easily intrigued and distracted by new friends and acquaintances, forgetting about the older ones for long stretches at a time. Less mature ENFPs may need to feel they are the center of attention all the time, to reassure them that everyone thinks they're a wonderful and fascinating person.

ENFPs often have strong, if unconvential, convictions on various issues related to their Cosmic View. They usually try to use their social skills and contacts to persuade people gently of the rightness of these views; his sometimes results in their negle cting their nearest and dearest while flitting around trying to save the world.
Work Environment: ENFPs are pleasant, easygoing, and usually fun to work with. They come up with great ideas, and are a major asset in brainstorming sessions. Followthrough tends to be a problem, however; they tend to get bored quickly, especially if a newer, more interesting project comes along. They also tend to be procrastinators, both about meeting hard deadlines and about performing any small, uninteresting tasks that they've been assigned. ENFPs are at their most useful when working in a group w ith a J or two to take up the slack.

ENFPs hate bureaucracy, both in principle and in practice; they will always make a point of launching one of their crusades against some aspect of it.

another perspective

ENFPs are friendly folks. Most are really enjoyable people. Some of the most soft-hearted people are ENFPs.

ENFPs have what some call a "silly switch." They can be intellectual, serious, all business for a while, but whenever they get the chance, they flip that switch and become CAPTAIN WILDCHILD, the scourge of the swimming pool, ticklers par excellence. Som etimes they may even appear intoxicated when the "switch" is flipped.

One study has shown that ENFPs are significantly overrepresented in psychodrama. Most have a natural propensity for role-playing and acting.

ENFPs like to tell funny stories, especially about their friends. This penchant may be why many are attracted to journalism. I kid one of my ENFP friends that if I want the sixth fleet to know something, I'll just tell him.

ENFPs are global learners. Close enough is satisfactory to the ENFP, which may unnerve more precise thinking types, especially with such things as piano practice ("three quarter notes or four ... what's the difference?") Amazingly, some ENFPs are adept at exacting disciplines such as mathematics.

Friends are what life is about to ENFPs, moreso even than the other NFs. They hold up their end of the relationship, sometimes being victimized by less caring individuals. ENFPs are energized by being around people. Some have real difficulty being alone , especially on a regular basis.

One ENFP colleague, a social worker, had such tremendous interpersonal skills that she put her interviewers at ease during her own job interview. She had the ability to make strangers feel like old friends.

ENFPs sometimes can be blindsided by their secondary Feeling function. Hasty decisions based on deeply felt values may boil over with unpredictable results. More than one ENFP has abruptly quit a job in such a moment.


Functional Analysis:

Extraverted iNtuition

The physical world, both geos and kosmos, is the ENFP's primary source of information. Rather than sensing things as they are, dominant intuition is sensitive to things as they might be. These extraverted intuitives are most adept with patterns and connections. Their natural inclination is toward relationships, especially among people or living things.

Intuition leans heavily on feeling for meaning and focus. Its best patterns reflect the interesting points of people, giving rise to caricatures of manner, speech and expression.

Introverted Feeling

Auxiliary feeling is nonverbally implied more often than it is openly expressed. When expressed, this logic has an aura of romance and purity that may seem out of place in this flawed, imperfect world. In its own defense, feeling judgement frequently and fleetly gives way to humor. ENFPs who publicize their feelings too often may put off some of the crowd of friends they naturally attract.

Extraverted Thinking

Thinking, the process which runs to impersonal conclusions, holds the extraverted tertiary position. Used on an occasional basis, ENFPs may benefit greatly from this ability. Less mature and lacking the polish of higher order functions, Thinking is not well suited to be used as a prominent function. As with other FP types, the ENFP unwary of Thinking's limitations may find themselves most positively mistaken.

Introverted Sensing

Sensing, the least discernible ENFP function, resides in the inner world where reality is reduced to symbols and icons--ideas representing essences of external realities. Under the influence of the ever-present intuition, the ENFP's sensory perceptions are in danger of being replaced by hypothetical data consistent with pattern and paradigm. When it is protected and nourished, introverted sensing provides information about the fixed. From such firm anchoring ENFPs are best equipped to launch into thousands of plausibilities and curiosities yet to be imagined.

Perhaps the combination of introverted Feeling and childlike introverted Sensing is responsible for the silent pull of ENFPs to the wishes of parents, authority figures and friends. Or perhaps it's the predominance of indecisive intuition in combination with the ambiguity of secondary Fi and tertiary Te that induces these kind souls to capitulate even life-affecting decisions. Whatever the dynamic, ENFPs are strongly influenced by the opinions of their friends.

Famous ENFPs:

Franz Joseph Haydn
Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain)
Will Rogers
Buster Keaton
Theodor "Dr." Seuss Geisel
Mickey Rooney
James Dobson
Andy Rooney
Carol Burnett
Paul Harvey
Elizabeth Montgomery
Bill Cosby
Dom Delouise, actor
Dave Thomas, owner of Wendy's hamburger chain
Lewis Grizzard, newspaper columnist
I. King Jordan, president of Gallaudet University
Martin Short
Meg Ryan
Robin Williams
Andy Kaufman

ENFPs and Love

While the shy, seclusive Monastics [now called Healers] (Myers's "INFPs") devote themselves largely to cultivating inner purity, the high-spirited Advocates [now called Champions} (Myers's "ENFPs") turn their energies outward to investigate the public world and to develop their social awareness. Keirsey calls the Advocates "keen and penetrating observers," who "can't bear to miss out on what is going on around them." And he has referred to them both as "Apocalyptics" and "Heralds" because of their fervent desire to spread the news of their experience of good and evil.

Brimming with life, Advocates live more spontaneously "in-the-flesh" than Monastics, and at first glance they can be rather easily mistaken for Artisans. But more than simply seeking the excitement of new experiences, Advocates are interested in understanding the significance of things, and more than simply taking people as they find them, Advocates care about nurturing ethical and sympathetic social relationships. To be sure (and unlike the impulsive Artisans), Advocates are serious and conscientious in their relationships, wanting to nourish human potential and to awaken what they believe to be the latent morality in their fellow-men. In a word, Advocates are romantic in their relation to the real world, seeing high drama in their quest for life, and hearing an irresistible call to enlighten those around them.

Although Advocates are thus more public-minded than the Monastics, and more confident in dealing with people, they are only slightly more directive in their private interactions. Like all the Idealists, Advocates want harmony above all else in their personal relationships, and they are far more inclined to "re-form" their loved ones by presenting them with information than by giving them commands. Nevertheless, Advocates can be quite coercive in their role-informative style of defining relationships. Advocates delight in free discussions of current issues -- they burn with convictions and bubble with meaningful details, yearning to unveil what they believe to be the "true story" of significant events. At times, Advocates will champion a cause with such zeal that they can be carried away with the rightness of their position, and find themselves preaching to their friends and loved ones, trying fervently to convince them of their point of view. Indeed, in their penchant for investigating and reporting "the truth," Advocates can quite easily strain their relationships by reading too much into their loved ones' behavior, by over-interpreting the hidden meanings in their loved ones' words, and by overstating their own romantic views as apocalyptic revelations.


All in all, I found it...interesting. :bunny:
 
INTPs are pensive, analytical folks. They may venture so deeply into thought as to seem detached, and often actually are oblivious to the world around them.

Precise about their descriptions, INTPs will often correct others (or be sorely tempted to) if the shade of meaning is a bit off. While annoying to the less concise, this fine discrimination ability gives INTPs so inclined a natural advantage as, for example, grammarians and linguists.

INTPs are relatively easy-going and amenable to most anything until their principles are violated, about which they may become outspoken and inflexible. They prefer to return, however, to a reserved albeit benign ambiance, not wishing to make spectacles of themselves.

A major concern for INTPs is the haunting sense of impending failure. They spend considerable time second-guessing themselves. The open-endedness (from Perceiving) conjoined with the need for competence (NT) is expressed in a sense that one's conclusion may well be met by an equally plausible alternative solution, and that, after all, one may very well have overlooked some critical bit of data. An INTP arguing a point may very well be trying to convince himself as much as his opposition. In this way INTPs are markedly different from INTJs, who are much more confident in their competence and willing to act on their convictions.

Mathematics is a system where many INTPs love to play, similarly languages, computer systems--potentially any complex system. INTPs thrive on systems. Understanding, exploring, mastering, and manipulating systems can overtake the INTP's conscious thought. This fascination for logical wholes and their inner workings is often expressed in a detachment from the environment, a concentration where time is forgotten and extraneous stimuli are held at bay. Accomplishing a task or goal with this knowledge is secondary.

INTPs and Logic -- One of the tipoffs that a person is an INTP is her obsession with logical correctness. Errors are not often due to poor logic -- apparent faux pas in reasoning are usually a result of overlooking details or of incorrect context.

Games NTs seem to especially enjoy include Risk, Bridge, Stratego, Chess, Go, and word games of all sorts. (I have an ENTP friend that loves Boggle and its variations. We've been known to sit in public places and pick a word off a menu or mayonnaise jar to see who can make the most words from its letters on a napkin in two minutes.) The INTP mailing list has enjoyed a round of Metaphore, virtual volleyball, and a few 'finish the series' brain teasers.

INTPs in the main are not clannish. The INTP mailing list, with a readership now in triple figures, was in its incipience fraught with all the difficulties of the Panama canal: we had trouble deciding on:

1) whether or not there should be such a group,
2) exactly what such a group should be called, and
3) which of us would have to take the responsibility for organization and maintenance of the aforesaid group/club/whatever.

A Functional Analysis -- by Joe Butt
Introverted Thinking

Introverted Thinking strives to extract the essence of the Idea from various externals that express it. In the extreme, this conceptual essence wants no form or substance to verify its reality. Knowing the Truth is enough for INTPs; the knowledge that this truth can (or could) be demonstrated is sufficient to satisfy the knower. "Cogito, ergo sum" expresses this prime directive quite succinctly.

In seasons of low energy level, or moments of single-minded concentration, the INTP is aloof and detached in a way that might even offend more relational or extraverted individuals.
Extraverted iNtuition

Intuition softens and socializes Thinking, fleshing out the brittle bones of truths formed in the dominant inner world. That which is is not negotiable; yet actual application diffuses knowledge to the extent that knowledge needs qualification and context to be of any consequence in this foreign world of substance.

If Thinking can desist, the INTP is free to brainstorm, calling up the perceptions of the unconscious (i.e., intuition) which are mirrored in patterns in the realm of matter, time and space. These perceptions, in the form of theories or hunches, must ultimately defer to the inner principles, or at least they must not negate them.

Intuition unchained gives birth to play. INTPs enjoy games, formal or impromptu, which coax analogies, patterns and theories from the unseen into spontaneous expression in a way that defies their own comprehension.
Introverted Sensing

Sensing is of a subjective, inner nature similar to that of the SJs. It supplies awareness of the forms of senses rather than the raw, analogic stimuli. Facts and figures seek to be cleaned up for comparison with an ever growing range of previously experienced input. Sensing assists intuition in sorting out and arranging information into the building blocks for Thinking's elaborate systems.

The internalizing nature of the INTP's Sensing function leaves a relative absence of environmental awareness (i.e., Extraverted Sensing), except when the environment is the current focus. Consciousness of such conditions is at best a sometime thing.
Extraverted Feeling

Feeling tends to be all or none. When present, the INTP's concern for others is intense, albeit naive. In a crisis, this feeling judgement is often silenced by the emergence of Thinking, who rushes in to avert chaos and destruction. In the absence of a clear principle, however, INTPs have been known to defer judgement and to allow decisions about interpersonal matters to be left hanging lest someone be offended or somehow injured. INTPs are at risk of being swept away by the shadow in the form of their own strong emotional impulses.
Famous INTPs:

Socrates
Rene Descartes
Blaise Pascal
Sir Isaac Newton

U.S. Presidents:
James Madison
John Quincy Adams
John Tyler
Dwight D. Eisenhower
Gerald Ford

William Harvey (pioneer in human physiology)
C. G. Jung, (Freudian defector, author of Psychological Types, etc.)
William James
Albert Einstein
Tom Foley (Speaker of the House--U.S. House of Representatives)
Henri Mancini
Bob Newhart
Jeff Bingaman, U.S. Senator (D.--NM)
Rick Moranis (Honey, I Shrunk The Kids)
Midori Ito (ice skater, Olympic silver medalist)
Tiger Woods



Yeah, im the same as Socrates and Rick Moranis!!!!
Pretty accurate description of me, especially the first three paragraphs
 
That was interesting..Also interesting is that my face has to be practically on the screen for the words to not be blurry..eye check up time I think.
 
I'm not to blame,
no cracks in my shell.

No shame,
you're in the clear

so far.

Just 'cause you said it
doesn't make it so,
doesn't mean

that time

stands still between us.
There's nothing left
to know.

What you've stolen isn't really
yours.

Though your words have
no meaning,
your

awkwardness

still shows.
Ease it down, come in
out of the rain

to a better place.

Every thought you think's
not how it goes,

though
to see the way
you treat them

explains your empty soul.

Make demands of others
you control...

there will always be
this certain someone

whose answer will be
no.



Another awkward Dan interaction and another awkward Dan dream. I wish I knew the proper method of untying the knots he keeps yanking around my subconscious.

I feel so entangled.

Scott was out of town for the weekend on a business trip. I was lonely. However, the clan is going to see Borat this Wednesday. The clan being my adopted family (friends) and not my biological one.

Speaking of biological families, Andrea and MY BROTHER have been IMing each other EVERY DAY AT WORK for the past 3 WEEKS. He's been telling her stuff that he won't tell me, and apparently they talk about me all the time, and Andrea hardly talks to me anymore, because suddenly she's adopted my brother as her new best friend.

(She's said on multiple occasions that she finds him extremely attractive. CREEPINESS! She's 28 and he just turned 20!! It's disgusting, and not only me, but Jed, Jodie, Scott, and all our other friends are totally weirded out by it.)

Anyway, I don't know what it is, but she's been kind of a bitch to me lately. I think it's because a) I'm dating a real, live boy who actually lives here, and she's not; b) I hang out with Scott, Patrice, and Jodie more than her, because every time I hang out with her, all she does is whine about her imaginary relationship with Jed and how she can't just tell him that she's in love with him (although everyone else has already told him) because it will ruin their friendship. (Yeah, the friendship where all she does is pretty much stalk him and make any interaction with him that involves her and other people painfully awkward and uncomfortable.)

And I told her that it's pretty sucky of her to not do things with her other friends because Jed's not doing them.

Her life revolves around him, and he's not even a part of it anymore. It's RETARDED.

It makes me want to yell at her and shake her.

But that's not PC, so I refrain. I just don't hang out with her anymore.

At least she has my brother to talk to 8 hours a day.



There needs to be a better word for weird,

IG











IGEdit: I Are A Good Typer II: Attack of the Crones
 
I am sorry you were lonely this weekend. Dan is a just a big knob head with no knob. Or so I have heard :rofl: Anywho....Word of caution...superfluous amounts of male nudity in Borat. I am going to see it this weekend as well..maybe..depending on the money thing..why am I writing this like it is a personal message...I am done
 
Me too it was great. We will have to do it again and then refuse to tell ^^ anything that was said. And don't flatter him, we didn't talk about him the whole time. :rofl:
 
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