| This was kind of cool. |
[Apr. 6th, 2007|03:15 pm] |
This is apparently my Jungian type. I was really surprised by how accurate this was. An impressive Psychoanalytic profile.
Portrait of an INFJ - Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging
(Introverted Intuition with Extraverted Feeling)
The Protector
As an INFJ, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you take things in primarily via intuition. Your secondary mode is external, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit with your personal value system.
INFJs are gentle, caring, complex and highly intuitive individuals. Artistic and creative, they live in a world of hidden meanings and possibilities. Only one percent of the population has an INFJ Personality Type, making it the most rare of all the types.
INFJs place great importance on havings things orderly and systematic in their outer world. They put a lot of energy into identifying the best system for getting things done, and constantly define and re-define the priorities in their lives. On the other hand, INFJs operate within themselves on an intuitive basis which is entirely spontaneous. They know things intuitively, without being able to pinpoint why, and without detailed knowledge of the subject at hand. They are usually right, and they usually know it. Consequently, INFJs put a tremendous amount of faith into their instincts and intuitions. This is something of a conflict between the inner and outer worlds, and may result in the INFJ not being as organized as other Judging types tend to be. Or we may see some signs of disarray in an otherwise orderly tendency, such as a consistently messy desk.
INFJs have uncanny insight into people and situations. They get "feelings" about things and intuitively understand them. As an extreme example, some INFJs report experiences of a psychic nature, such as getting strong feelings about there being a problem with a loved one, and discovering later that they were in a car accident. This is the sort of thing that other types may scorn and scoff at, and the INFJ themself does not really understand their intuition at a level which can be verbalized. Consequently, most INFJs are protective of their inner selves, sharing only what they choose to share when they choose to share it. They are deep, complex individuals, who are quite private and typically difficult to understand. INFJs hold back part of themselves, and can be secretive.
But the INFJ is as genuinely warm as they are complex. INFJs hold a special place in the heart of people who they are close to, who are able to see their special gifts and depth of caring. INFJs are concerned for people's feelings, and try to be gentle to avoid hurting anyone. They are very sensitive to conflict, and cannot tolerate it very well. Situations which are charged with conflict may drive the normally peaceful INFJ into a state of agitation or charged anger. They may tend to internalize conflict into their bodies, and experience health problems when under a lot of stress.
Because the INFJ has such strong intuitive capabilities, they trust their own instincts above all else. This may result in an INFJ stubborness and tendency to ignore other people's opinions. They believe that they're right. On the other hand, INFJ is a perfectionist who doubts that they are living up to their full potential. INFJs are rarely at complete peace with themselves - there's always something else they should be doing to improve themselves and the world around them. They believe in constant growth, and don't often take time to revel in their accomplishments. They have strong value systems, and need to live their lives in accordance with what they feel is right. In deference to the Feeling aspect of their personalities, INFJs are in some ways gentle and easy going. Conversely, they have very high expectations of themselves, and frequently of their families. They don't believe in compromising their ideals.
INFJ is a natural nurturer; patient, devoted and protective. They make loving parents and usually have strong bonds with their offspring. They have high expectations of their children, and push them to be the best that they can be. This can sometimes manifest itself in the INFJ being hard-nosed and stubborn. But generally, children of an INFJ get devoted and sincere parental guidance, combined with deep caring.
In the workplace, the INFJ usually shows up in areas where they can be creative and somewhat independent. They have a natural affinity for art, and many excel in the sciences, where they make use of their intuition. INFJs can also be found in service-oriented professions. They are not good at dealing with minutia or very detailed tasks. The INFJ will either avoid such things, or else go to the other extreme and become enveloped in the details to the extent that they can no longer see the big picture. An INFJ who has gone the route of becoming meticulous about details may be highly critical of other individuals who are not.
The INFJ individual is gifted in ways that other types are not. Life is not necessarily easy for the INFJ, but they are capable of great depth of feeling and personal achievement.
Jungian functional preference ordering:
Dominant: Introverted Intuition
Auxilliary: Extraverted Feeling
Tertiary: Introverted Thinking
Inferior: Extraverted Sensing |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Feb. 11th, 2007|11:29 pm] |
Known
Some
Call
Is
Air
Am.
Am? A brass bull, life in my belly, music plays from my lips. But for who? and why? |
|
|
| NEW TEEN GIRL SQUAD!!!! |
[Jul. 18th, 2006|11:33 am] |
NEW TEEN GIRL SQUAD NEW TEEN GIRL SQUAD
NEW TEEN GIRL SQUAD NEW TEEN GIRL SQUAD
NEW TEEN GIRL SQUAD NEW TEEN GIRL SQUAD
NEW TEEN GIRL SQUAD NEW TEEN GIRL SQUAD
NEW TEEN GIRL SQUAD NEW TEEN GIRL SQUAD!!!!!!!!!!
WATCH IT NOW!!! |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jul. 14th, 2006|04:27 pm] |
I rest my case and I didn't even have to make one. |
|
|
| Star wars |
[Jun. 9th, 2006|12:13 am] |
I think that it's important that I chronicle here, at one point in my life I watched Star Wars Episode:III about 9 times in one week. It interested me in actually learning about Jedi martial arts, which are relatively sound in theory, but I don't really see them being put too into practice during the movies and such.
Well, whatever.
Today, I went to Columbia University to address a panel of English teachers and advise them on how to create a Power Writing Seminar. It made me a little frustrated to be there. I examined my life in contrast to the significance of me being there and all I could find was my fury. I can teach professors how to teach, but I go to BCC, so what the hell? Why is life so ridiculous and arbitrary? *sigh*....Then juveneille questions like that are made.
That aside, for people who read this shit, I think I'm going to make my entries private from now on. Sometimes, I think that I send the wrong message and some things are meant for me just to keep a record of not as a message. I examined some of my previous entries and saw how they could come accross as attention-seeking sometimes. That's not my intention. Besides, rarely does anyone actually comment on this thing, for whatever their reasons. Most of the people on my friends list are actually close to me, which is something I went out of my way to ensure. Thus, if they're curious about me, they can call or email or show up to see me. Whatever.
I'll give a brief friends update and announce some things from time to time. I'll also post poetry and some of my stream of conciousness writing. Though beware, my stream of conciousness can easily turn into a river of shit. I'm saying this, so ya'll don't think I just stopped writing or something. |
|
|
| Oh, Misery. |
[May. 16th, 2006|03:52 pm] |
It's been a long time since I've felt as miserable as I do. In between being with Matt and getting back to school, I've been very busy, so it would seem I didn't have the time to be sad/depressed/melancholy, all that shit. Though, lo' and behold....Misery made it's comeback.
My delusions of grandeur and hope for a better civilization are all crumbling around me. Yesterday, I spent the better part of the day, bleeding salty water from my eyes like some sort of ocean-spawned hemophilliac. I've been reading so much about the steady gradual decline of the Earth's biosphere and the role that people play in destroying this planet, sulking at it. It's all been so overwhelming, and amidst all of it were my own feelings of impotence and powerlessness. Believing that I would grow up to be some sort of leader or savior was so taxing on my sanity and perspective on reality. Resulting in all this psychological collateral damage.
I feel so unfulfilled and like I've let myself and the world around me down. I keep thinking about the things that I CAN do, like starting a political movement, organizing people into some sort of party...or even more extreme, how I could best create an all-consuming anarchy. To return humanity back to the clay it was, with its infinite possibilities. However, I fall flat on my face in even the beggining of any attempt, perhaps because I have yet to defeat my own apathy.
All I have is my own feelings of incompetence and defeat. I want so badly to be able to transcend and do something with myself, anything. I want to be able to do something positive and break out of my self-defeating habits. |
|
|
| Stupid. |
[May. 2nd, 2006|11:32 pm] |
I took a Rorschach test today. All I saw was monster faces. I'm not surprised...Monster faces is my life. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Apr. 20th, 2006|06:01 pm] |
The Desert horned lizard (Phrynosoma platyrhinos) is a horned lizard native to western North America. They typically range in size from 3 - 5in (7.6 - 13.6cm).
It's also known as a "Horny Toad" and it's one of my favorite creatures on Earth. It can projectile-blood from it's eyes as a natural defense mechanism. It's camaflouge is awesome...look at it's majesty.
|
|
|
| Tabula Rasa |
[Feb. 17th, 2006|06:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  discontent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Mama Cass - It's getting better | ] |
I wanted to collect my thoughts on a number of issues floating around in my brain and also, round off my last entry. Since last I wrote, I feel much better, rather that is to say at least, I FEEL.This has led me to reflect upon the world around me, I keep thinking about this age of cynicism, how it's consumed humanity and I can't really pinpoint why. We as a people commonly take the most beautiful and uplifting things in life then, joke about them and treat them like they don't really matter. Why?, Why do we depricate the things in life that are most worth living for?.....A song, A poem, A story, A portrait, A memory, A movie, An emotion, A dance, Our heroes, Our Culture, Our morals, Each other.
Most of all, each other...I don't understand it, my heart riots at the thought. Why don't people appreciate what they have in this age?, I mean, I may be mistaken, but when I think of the past, it seemed like people attached more worth to these things. What is turning people into such soul-less, morally famined, zombies?.
Why do we dissappoint and hurt each other so much?, has this world become so cynical that it scoffs at it's own attempt to interact?. I love the people in my life, so much that it hurts me, I can't spar with the thought of hurting or losing one of them. They mean the world to me...I realize that they and the creations taht we make between one another ARE the world. It shouldn't be taken for granted, patronized or ridiculed, it's sacred because it's all we have. It should not be considered noble to protect and cherish these things, it should be prerequisite.
I think that's what people may be forgetting, caught up in all the physical and material pleasures of this modern life. Where technology helps us make mistakes ten million times faster and seperates us from our own inherent nature and each other. The Collective Id of our population is the only thing that receives an answer from the void of materials and shallow pleasures. The official, public, moral conscience is no exception, it disguises itself, hiding behind good intentions that aren't so good. Driven by holier-than-thou condemnation and power-hungry greed, the church is as much a political tool as the army. Exploiting people seeking out answers and unity. Few religions are still interested in preaching love, now unity is based on exclusion and hatred.
I feel immensely frustrated, the gravity of a star tugs at my heart. I wonder what I can do to possibly teach people, to help them make things in life worthy again, valueable enough to be sacred. However, not things like money or materials, things like friendship, courage, altruism, kindness, our memories, our culture, our art, our innovatins and love. How to appreciate our diffrences, to be charitable with our acceptance, to be welcoming and positive about what we can offer. It's time for people to start believing in one another again and start delving deeper into each other, to really peel away all the physical layers of the being and see the abundance within each of our souls. |
|
|
| I don't even know. |
[Feb. 16th, 2006|04:00 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Mama Cass- Make your own kind of music | ] |
Alright, so in expected late and infrequent fashion, I am once again letting anyone who cares know about my life. I have a new boyfriend, his name is Matt, he's absolutely wonderful and makes me feel really loved. I've never had that and I thank God or whatever for that. I met him three weeks ago and we've been pretty inspeperable since then, spending every moment that we can together. He's a good friend to me and that's something new, too.
Aside from that, school is going well but horribly, TERRIBLY boringly. I can't think of anything more mundane than a class at BCC. I'm acing all my tests and it's been pretty easy to keep up with everything, but I really have no incentive. It makes me feel like I'm just wasting my life and time, sitting in there. Like today, I couldn't get the film "Beautiful Thing" out of my mind and I didn't pay attention to class at all while I thought about it.
"Beautiful Thing" is this really wonderful play that was adapted into a film, written by Jonathan Harvey. It's about two boys growing up in a working-class community in England who end up falling in love. It has such powerful, subtle and deep overtones that I can only say that it stirrs some deep emotional ocean within me and it churns and churns while I think of this film. I don't know why but it creates this intangible and melancholy jealousy inside me. Like, I wish that the characters in the film were my friends or that I could live with them or even be them somehow. I'm also glad for this film because besides for some of my siblings and Matt, it's the only thing that has siphoned some sort of human emotion out of me for the past month.
I know that this is an old, old, old, old, old, old, OLD theme with me...but I fee like my sanity and emtions are all eroding away. Let me ameliorate that previous statement, this SEEMS like an old theme, but I'm afraid that it's a little more complicated. I feel like I'm dead, like there's nothing inside me except my mind full of crazy, self-destructive, morbid thoughts. Everytime I'm outside I feel like I'm not quite alive or human and that I'm going to wake up any second and realize that this entire existence has been some sort of simulation or something. My head hurts perpetually from all my thinking, it's really become such a curse. I'm only twenty years old and I go through so much internal melodrama just to get through the day. At any given time all I want to is cry, just cry and cry and cry. Then bang my head against stuff to make it stop thinking. For a while, I couldn't even escape into my dreams, I found no safe haven there. They've been full of horrible nightmares lately. I can't seem to have a peaceful night's sleep unless I'm with Matt or extremely tired.
I want to stop thinking so much, but I can't, it's hard-wired into me....::sigh:: |
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| [ |
go |
| |
earlier |
] |
| |
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8){kind=small}
squallidsnake's journal
Shitty