I once knew a girl…a girl of deep reasoning. Her thoughts took form and became reality just as if they were always a part of it. When she was sad, the world would be shrouded in darkness and the lands covered in floods of rain. Whenever anger rose, flames would spout from the ground as it cried out in fury along side her. A calm desert flashed to a battlefield at her very whim, and even the harshest of times was silenced by her wishes. When I was sad, she was sad. My anger led to her anger, and as much as she tried to suppress it, it continued to grow. She was unstoppable..and yet, she was the most fragile of people. Rains fell like her tears, and flames flickered with each frustration or flash of rage. This girl..she was told her insight of her own mind was unparalleled..and yet, she never saw who she was herself enough to understand why others cared so much. Rains poured when she left, but they were not her’s.
I know of a man..no, I know of a boy. One you cannot tell to give up. If anything gets in his way, it’s moved aside and set to be resolved. He never gives up, and through the ferocity of his own abilities, he gets what he wants and wishes for nothing more. It’s almost inspirational each time I see this boy do something incredible, and my emotions waver with each bump in the road he experiences. He knows far too little about the workings of his own world to care about the consequences of his actions. Any punishment he is given, he takes; that is how he learns. This boy is strong..far stronger than someone like him should be. It’s this strength where he pulls his courage from, knowing he can somehow get past whatever is stopping him in order to pull ahead. I know a boy like this.
I transcribed Clay’s rant about life - probably one of the best monologues I’ve ever heard -
Numb some call it. Now me and Jesus, we like to feel the pain.
Tell me doc, did some of those painkillers protect her against you? You know, the pain…of you. Day in, and day out, being there…with that face. Not knowing what to say, no caring anymore. Not even knowing that you’ll probably only care about her when it’s finally too late. Forgetting about all those desperate, those desperate years you spent alone – your barren years, when no woman would even consider resting her tired head on your shaky little shoulder.
Stinking of belly semen…why even wipe?
And then, when you finally get one these *mocked fanfare*, covered in pieces of tail that have been built up as the grand trophy in your nothing life, you try desperately to keep it. Not to protect it – but to horde it! To keep it away from the other wolves and jackals circling your territory. And you realize, all too soon, that you’re not good enough! And maybe there was a jerk-off called Darwin after all, and that you never acknowledged his existence, because you knew deep inside that you were really what you feared you were – weak and passive, and ultimately broken by the ones who were made the fittest…and that through your weaknesses, you build up a poison, that poisoned others around you…that you loved. And the only true justice was to let those dominant jackals feed on you…survive off you.”
I first heard this song on Moral Orel, and it fit so well with the family’s situation (mostly with the father) that I thought it was written for it, but it turned out the band that played it has been around for years. Great band, and this is my favorite song by them.
Your outgoing nature, understanding of others, and directness make you ENCOURAGING.
You want others to do well for themselves, and you generally believe in their abilities.
You often know what’s good for people because of your caring nature and your worldview.
When you care about someone, you don’t keep it to yourself: you are good at letting people know that you’re thinking of them.
Because you trust people, you take violations of that trust very seriously.
You thrive in social situations, and even though you know who you like and who you don’t like, you can interact well with many different types of people.
You have a healthy respect for people who have earned what they have, and you strive to be similar to successful others.
You are a loyal friend and a good listener.
If you want to be different:
Sometimes, in the course of being encouraging, you can be a bit judgmental—this can make it more difficult for others to follow your advice.
While you are an expert at getting the most out of the world and taking advantage of many experiences, you might gain some insight by taking the time to be alone, reflect on things, or just observe the goings-on in the world.
Found a great site for reading up on whatever personality type you happen to be, with follow-up links to other sites that expand on jobs that are good for your type, your strengths, and weaknesses (and how you can possibly fix them).
For Tony, ESTP, The Promoter - http://www.keirsey.com/4temps/promoter.asp
For JT, INFP, The Healer - http://www.keirsey.com/4temps/healer.asp
Personally, I have been highly interested in this personality type business, and after reading JT’s posts about his own and what he thinks about it, I was refueled and took it upon myself to learn anything about my own and what it says about my friends’ personality types.
After reading Jt’s post about his own Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, I began to re-read up on my own, ISFJ. I was taken back when I first read about my own indicator, because it was fairly close to how I’ve always lived my life . I plan to read up on more of this personality type, cause I’m sure there is a lot of literature on all of the different types. To anyone that can read this, I would recommend to find out your own personality type and see how well it connects with you.
As a small sample, I’m posting my own personality type’s description -
I – Introversion preferred to Extraversion: ISFJs tend to be quiet and reserved. They generally prefer interacting with a few close friends rather than a wide circle of acquaintances, and they expend energy in social situations (whereas extraverts gain energy).
S – Sensing preferred to iNtuition: ISFJs tend to be more concrete than abstract. They focus their attention on the details rather than the big picture, and on immediate realities rather than future possibilities.
F – Feeling preferred to Thinking: ISFJs tend to value personal considerations above objective criteria. When making decisions, they often give more weight to social implications than to logic.
J – Judgment preferred to Perception: ISFJs tend to plan their activities and make decisions early. They derive a sense of control through predictability.
From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Look again at that dot. That’s here, that’s home, that’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.