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The Introverted Intuitive Type
The peculiar nature of introverted intuition, when given the priority, also produces a peculiar type of man, viz. the mystical dreamer and seer on the one hand, or the fantastical crank and artist on the other. The latter might be regarded as the normal case, since there is a general tendency of this type to confine himself to the perceptive character of intuition. As a rule, the intuitive stops at perception; perception is his principal problem, and — in the case of a productive artist-the shaping of perception. But the crank contents himself with the intuition by which he himself is shaped and determined. Intensification of intuition naturally often results in an extraordinary aloofness of the individual from tangible reality; he may even become a complete enigma to his own immediate circle. [p. 509]
If an artist, he reveals extraordinary, remote things in his art, which in iridescent profusion embrace both the significant and the banal, the lovely and the grotesque, the whimsical and the sublime. If not an artist, he is frequently an unappreciated genius, a great man ‘gone wrong’, a sort of wise simpleton, a figure for ‘psychological’ novels.
Although it is not altogether in the line of the introverted intuitive type to make of perception a moral problem, since a certain reinforcement of the rational functions is required for this, yet even a relatively slight differentiation of judgment would suffice to transfer intuitive perception from the purely æsthetic into the moral sphere. A variety of this type is thus produced which differs essentially from its æsthetic form, although none the less characteristic of the introverted intuitive. The moral problem comes into being when the intuitive tries to relate himself to his vision, when he is no longer satisfied with mere perception and its æsthetic shaping and estimation, but confronts the question: What does this mean for me and for the world? What emerges from this vision in the way of a duty or task, either for me or for the world? The pure intuitive who represses judgment or possesses it only under the spell of perception never meets this question fundamentally, since his only problem is the How of perception. He, therefore, finds the moral problem unintelligible, even absurd, and as far as possible forbids his thoughts to dwell upon the disconcerting vision. It is different with the morally orientated intuitive. He concerns himself with the meaning of his vision; he troubles less about its further æsthetic possibilities than about the possible moral effects which emerge from its intrinsic significance. His judgment allows him to discern, though often only darkly, that he, as a man and as a totality, is in some way inter-related with his vision, that [p. 510] it is something which cannot just be perceived but which also would fain become the life of the subject. Through this realization he feels bound to transform his vision into his own life. But, since he tends to rely exclusively upon his vision, his moral effort becomes one-sided; he makes himself and his life symbolic, adapted, it is true, to the inner and eternal meaning of events, but unadapted to the actual present-day reality. Therewith he also deprives himself of any influence upon it, because he remains unintelligible. His language is not that which is commonly spoken — it becomes too subjective. His argument lacks convincing reason. He can only confess or pronounce. His is the ‘voice of one crying in the wilderness’.
The introverted intuitive’s chief repression falls upon the sensation of the object. His unconscious is characterized by this fact. For we find in his unconscious a compensatory extraverted sensation function of an archaic character. The unconscious personality may, therefore, best be described as an extraverted sensation-type of a rather low and primitive order. Impulsiveness and unrestraint are the characters of this sensation, combined with an extraordinary dependence upon the sense impression. This latter quality is a compensation to the thin upper air of the conscious attitude, giving it a certain weight, so that complete ‘sublimation’ is prevented. But if, through a forced exaggeration of the conscious attitude, a complete subordination to the inner perception should develop, the unconscious becomes an opposition, giving rise to compulsive sensations whose excessive dependence upon the object is in frank conflict with the conscious attitude. The form of neurosis is a compulsion-neurosis, exhibiting symptoms that are partly hypochondriacal manifestations, partly hypersensibility of the sense organs and partly compulsive ties to definite persons or other objects.
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I need your help! I have been writing an article for a while now on what it means in today’s society for men to meet the “Perfect woman”. What I need from all of you are answers.
1. In your opinion what is the perfect woman?
2. What traits would a perfect woman have?
3. Is perfection possible?
4. Have you met a perfect woman before?
If the word perfection bothers you substitute the phrase “the right woman”.
I want answers from everyone, WOMEN INCLUDED. Men, women, gays, lets see if we can garner some understanding about what the right/perfect woman is for men in today’s society.
You can answer on this post in the comment section OR email me your answers
at Admin@zombiewatch.us
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This layout looks pretty slick. At the bottom right of of the right side column you will also note that you can toggle between 800 and 1024 selection, I prefer 800. So use that. Let me know what you think.
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This is a fun list for taking care of an INFJ you are dating. Its pretty close as far as we go, this is good stuff to know because INFJ type personalities can be hard to figure out. Taken originally from the user Von Hase at the INFJs.com forums here.
We get you, dont worry.
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This thread is for tips for those who have INFJs in their lives, but are not INFJs themselves. I’ve noticed that there are quite a few members here who are looking for this sort of advice, so this is the place to offer it – be the relationships romantic, friendly, professional, or otherwise.
Here are my tips for the Proper Care of Your INFJ if you are in a romantic relationship with us.
1. Your INFJ adores you more than they can express with words. Even if they don’t tell you verbally, they will show you how they feel through their patience, kindness, and willingness to please you.
2. Thank your INFJ with sincere hugs and kisses, and tell us you appreciate the things that we do for you. Just knowing that you’re aware of it is reward enough to keep us overjoyed (and enthusiastically continuing to do all the things you love that we do for you).
3. If an INFJ is in a romantic relationship with you, they consider you their number one priority in life. Your happiness and well being are the most important things in their lives.
4. Your INFJ can sense your emotions even more acutely than if you were telling us with words. We can feel what you are feeling. Don’t be alarmed by this as we will never use it against you. However, this means you can never lie to us. If you try, we will know, it will hurt our feelings badly that you did.
5. We love it when you just walk up to us and hold us. No words. Nothing complicated. Just gently wrap your arms around us and focus on how you feel about us. We can feel it like it is pouring out of you and into us. Don’t be alarmed if we cry when you do this.
6. We love to listen. Don’t be afraid to tell us what is on your mind, even if we didn’t ask. We love you and respect your privacy, and don’t like to pry.
7. We also love it when you listen to us. Please ask us questions to show us that you care, and let us talk when you do. The more intently you are interested in how we feel and what we have to say, the more we will love you.
8. Sometimes we need to recharge our minds, and will sit and stare blankly into space. This is perfectly normal, as your INFJ is rebooting their amazing mind. Systems will be online again shortly.
9. We thrive in an environment with just you, and a few of our closest loved ones. The more opportunities you help us create for these kinds of environments, the happier we will be.
10. We don’t do well in crowds for extended periods. We will join you in them if that’s where you want to go, but please be mindful of the duration of contact. INFJs may become unresponsive and even irritable when exposed to crowds for too long.
11. While we are extremely affectionate with you, we’re generally not interested in being affectionate with anyone else, and physical contact with strangers may unsettle your INFJ. It is best to keep strangers from attempting to pet your INFJ.
12. Your INFJ accepts you for everything you are. However, INFJs can be especially eccentric. If you accept your INFJ’s eccentricities and peculiar interests, this will greatly increase your INFJ’s happiness.
13. INFJs are otherwise very self sufficient low maintenance pets, and can be left to their own little worlds for extended periods. However, infrequent moments of affection are always appreciated.
14. Always kiss your INFJ goodnight and tell them that you love them, even if you’re not going to sleep when they do.
15. Always cuddle with your INFJ when they wake up and greet their day with love.
16. Your INFJ will have a reflex to help others. Do not be alarmed by this, as it does not in any way reflect on how your INFJ feels about you, or your relationship. It is simply our nature to help others – sometimes to a degree that makes the ones we love assume they are less of a priority. Nothing could be further from the truth.
17. Your INFJ is a planner. Sometimes spontaneity leaves us in a position that we cannot plan how to best make you happy, and we find this upsetting. Please understand that we are never upset with you, only the situation.
18. Your INFJ is very idealistic and principled. If you need us to go against our ideals or principles to make you happy, this can cause us a great deal of internal turmoil and tension. Please be mindful of our ideals and principles and avoid asking us to go against them.
19. When an INFJ’s ideals or principles are offended, we will pull away quickly. This may look very similar to our normal modes of being lost in our heads to the untrained eye, as we do not like to cause tension or disharmony. To best care for your INFJ, learn to spot this reaction and quickly make right whatever was wrong, even if it is simply an opinion. This will bring us back to the harmony we need to be our healthiest.
20. No one will ever love you as much as your INFJ.
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If you own any shares in alternative energy companies I should start dumping them NOW. The conspiracy behind the Anthropogenic Global Warming myth (aka AGW; aka ManBearPig) has been suddenly, brutally and quite deliciously exposed after a hacker broke into the computers at the University of East Anglia’s Climate Research Unit (aka Hadley CRU) and released 61 megabites of confidential files onto the internet. (Hat tip: Watts Up With That)
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1. Whenever someone tells you that they and their husband just “Started a business” and they want to “have a meeting to discuss its details with people.” you should go running. Its a network marketing thing.
2. Never shave your face, balls and dick immediately before going off to the big show. Lest ye be vexed!
3. When she says shes only slept with 12 guys she forgot to mention she is cognitively dyslexic.
4. When you roll a joint of cannabis, please please please cut the cannabis with scissors or a grinder 1st don’t use clumps.
5. Stop eating at Wendys!
6. When playing Call of Duty, never reload in the doorway you fucking retard!
7. Sex without pain is like masturbating inside someone.
8. Videogames and gaming culture is sexy goddamnit!
9. knowledge is its own reward.
10. Chivalry isn’t dead. I got that shit on life support.
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My brow glistened, shrink wrapped in a veil of sweat, “its august 4th” today I thought my nieces are being born and I am terrified. Terrified that my family will reject me, that I will be turned away from the hospital, that I would be excluded from the things that truly mattered to me. And I feel the detachment, the floating sense of intuition, judging, judging, analyzing, all. The moat of my psyche is its draw bridge drawn? Will I let them in if they did accept me, and wasn’t it funny how that was even more terrifying? Then what would I do? I just want to see my nieces, I just want, no need desperately for them to matter to me, to know my heart can hook into them and anchor itself to the notion of true family. It boils down to me never getting excited, never getting attached to anything except the rocks of my life, can I bring them in, can I do it immediately or do I have to pretend? I am so tired of pretending, the wellspring of my patience has dried up and I am so very tired of caring for other idiots little worlds. But this matters, this is my flesh, I want to be there and I want to be an uncle, In fact I want to be a great uncle, whatever that means. I know Colby will handle the true fatherly stuff, but, and I love him he is not the most intelligent man alive… He doesnt understand things, will he let me share my gifts with them? Or will he draw a line? I know they are only mine through my brother and sister in law, but will they allow me to have a personal loved relationship with them? To teach them help them grow into strong beautiful young intelligent and most importantly confident and competant women. I just want to protect them from all the genuine horrors life can offer, from the pain and hurt I felt. I was able to take it, and I want them to be strong enough to take it too, but I dont want them to experience that. How can I give them that? How can I give them that piece of myself and teach them to use that. I want them to have every advantage we never had. Every strength from Colbys charm and extravertedness to mine and Rickys silent resolve, force of will, and deepness of person. Shit the phone rang.
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My 1st inclination tonight after my asshole brother tried to drive me insane was to go grab the double bottle of Merlot from my truck and down it. Then I thought, that if I drank under those circumstances I might do something terrible now that I can no longer internalize pain like I used to. My episode the other week is proof of that. I am writing this screed in an attempt to disassociate myself from the fury I am feeling right now, the fact that my brother has the ability to get to me this deeply is of course a given he is my brother, but the fact that he intentionally tries to manipulate my feelings in order to benefit his sick fucking ego is what clinches the anger from me.
Before I lay my case out I think I should explain some background into how my mind is working these days, and where I am coming from. Essentially I hit a breaking point recently, for all the horrible things that happened to me in my life and I internalized the pain, guilt, frustration, horror, etc. It came to a head and I turned to drinking and marijuana to get past it since being sober can hurt so much. I know I don’t always express myself or my feelings and I tend to hold everything back in a futile attempt to keep the harmony, well, I am finished with that. This letter is the proof. I will now bullet point certain key information for your viewing.
Grandfather Callahan: I spent a weekend with my Aunt in Mass, It was wonderful to reunite with my family, one thing she told me though (not maliciously) was that my personality was sort of similar to her fathers, in that he was quiet, introspective, a deep feeler, very sensitive to life. He was also tortured by his father growing up, as an introvert he internalized all that pain and held it forever. Over the years as pain mounted and he stored it away it wore away at him. He turned to drinking to get through the night. Drinking as you know doesn’t change people, it reveals them. It removes the filter and brings those emotions to the surface. Evidently the poisonous pain he had swallowed for so many years had twisted him and brought out his demons. He became suicidal, abusive and wicked. He beat his children, his wife and got into fights; he cheated and sought comfort in alcohol. He ultimately committed suicide when he thought he was going to go to jail for being falsely accused of raping a woman. His story was tragic and horrifying. I know I am not him and there is no reason to fear his story, but I can understand how and why he did what he did. And I see similarities in my own life which quite frankly terrify me. Once one has swallowed enough misery we lose our ability to hold in pain any longer. So we extrovert it back out to the world, except instead of being minor as the new pain might have been its fueled with a beastly rage from the depths of hell, the depths of our inner world rife with demons we have held inside and suppressed. This is what I have found has been happening to me, I cant just be angry for a situation, I become infuriated and I want to destroy, smash, mangle, kill. I am doing all I can now to get those demons exorcised and out so I can live a life of peace and focus on getting myself on track. There is no reason to list the demons here, some people know some of them and others are grossly unaware. I have hidden the truth around, if people truly give a shit they will know where to look. But take solace in that I know what is wrong with me and I am working on it and I think I have caught it before it is too late, but it is definitely late in the game and the mask is wearing thin. I am running out of time.
You are probably wondering when I am going to get to the point, when I can affix a crux to this shit you are reading. I know this seems out of the blue and I am well aware that it will take most of you by surprise, but this has all been in my mind for years and I am only now getting around and gaining the courage to get it out. I am also aware that this is so obvious to my personality type. I hope you can read this with an open mind. And know that I am not trying to point fingers; I am just laying everything out in the open.
My family:
There is 1 word in my vocabulary that describes how I feel towards my family, Loyalty. I have the utmost loyalty and devotion to my family, they are all I have ever had in this world, and even though they are not perfect I loved them truly and without reservation and will for all time until I die. I cant help but to break down and cry when I even think of my family, the feeling is so intense that it breaks me down. And its not tears of pain or sadness they are utterly tears of love, the feeling is so powerful that its too much to express with my mouth, when I try and I bring those feelings to the forefront from my subconscious I am overtaken and I break down. I would gladly die for each and every one of them without a second of thought, I wouldn’t need a second, It would be pre programmed into my mind what to do because I know how I feel about them. And it’s this great and intense feeling that has brought me to the breaking point I am now at.
Mom and Dad:
Deeply flawed, the products of broken homes, they unintentionally hurt me in innumerous ways, not out of spite or anger, but out of their ignorance or their lack of understanding of their own lives. Whether it be the family I was denied, the poisonous feelings I was fed as a child, or the denial of reality that they embrace to live lives they can tolerate, I have gotten over all of that. I can forgive and understand why they do and did what they did and I do not hold anger any longer over it. I have come to grips with them as individuals and as a unit. Once I was able to do that I could lay down the anger and just return to loving them unconditionally and I feel that while our relationship is strained at times, we have a silent understanding of the situation and even though we have bad days when someone is in a foul mood and anger slips through, it is never intentional and it never lasts long. I truly love them and respect them for what they went through and even though they had issues and troubles I can forgive and see passed that and I feel happy with our relationship now in that it isn’t loaded with poison. Although I do have to work on being more up front with them, especially dad regarding my feelings about them. Its just difficult but I am working on it.
Ricky:
My 1st brother, I remember the times of your birth and near death like a haunting nightmare, crying in the hospital chapel not only for my dying mother but for my dying little brother. And then he survived and I made it my life’s mission to love him. Somewhere along the line I lost the ability to tell him this and it’s the greatest source of guilt in my life that wells tears up in my eyes even as I write this. I always knew he was sensitive and gentle and good, and in this I have always been so proud of him. He was selfless and free to give caring and love to those around him and for this I cherished him. I knew that he would be a part of my life through good or bad forever. I always wanted to protect him from the horrors we lived and I can only thank Christ that he doesn’t remember most or much of it. I have wanted to tell him the truth about everything for so very long, my feelings. Mom and dad, our lives, what happened to us, everything. I didn’t though, I kept it all inside. Especially the bad, because I couldn’t bare to burden him with the pain because he seemed content and happy with his life even though he struggles with things on occasion. I couldn’t in good conscious burden him any further, the part of me that wants to protect him will not allow me to. I watched him grow up into a fine man, and my heart brims with pride in that I believe I had at least some role in that upbringing. Ricky was the one to cradle me when I needed it most, and for that I am eternally indebted to him. The good far outweighs the bad in my mind, the only bad I can ever see that he has done has been far incidental and irrelevant, not even worth mentioning. And for this he will always be in my heart as one of the best people I have ever had the privilege of knowing. I would step in front of any bullet for him and take any fall for him. He is truly one of the purest people I know… and even though I have not been the easiest person to deal with his life and I struggled for so long to figure myself out, he has never turned me away. And for this I will love him forever.
Colby:
Colby is my brother and I know I am supposed to love him, and I do. Colby has great gifts, but Colby uses them for the wrong reasons. I watched Colby grow up and I always knew he would be the brightest star in any room of people. He can make anyone love him and he has the power to make other people feel so good. Somewhere along the line though Colby missed the lessons that I feel Ricky and I picked up. Specifically that there is more to the world than just who we are and what we want. Colby lives entirely on what Colby wants. I have seen him grow from an outspoken, jovial child who wanted for nothing and who had everything he wanted growing up into a self centered, egocentric, manipulator. Everything he does today he does for himself. The birth of his children, the marriage to his wife, his car accident, everything is all a testament to his self serving nature and ego. I have found him to be truly insecure in himself, and as such he uses other people to make himself feel better about himself. And when you don’t want to cater to his will he will coldly cut you off at the drop of a hat. He has no qualms with telling his brother who has ever been there to help him since the day he was born to not come around ever again and deny him the right to see his nieces because Colby felt disrespected even though he wasn’t disrespected. What kind of sick fucking ego maniac would do that for something so trivial? Either he meant it and he is truly a wicked person or he said it without meaning it, in which case he is a stupid wicked person. Because when he told me that, something inside broke, it might have been a heartstring I had attached to him. And for this he will be punished and so will his family. I have chosen to cut him out of my life until further notice. He uses my love for him like a weapon against me in fits of manipulation, he does this to everyone. From the way he abuses his wife, to the way he abuses me and Ricky, I have simply had enough. And I do not say these words lightly. I am finished with brushing this shit under the carpet to keep the peace and swallowing pain for him and bearing a cross for him. I cannot do it any longer. I find the urge to drink to get past the pain alarming and he is feeding it now while I am struggling so hard to get myself together. Everyone knows what Colby does, Colby is not smart enough to be subtle about what he does, but everyone keeps it quiet for him because they fear that he will cut them off or he will turn people against them or he will guilt trip them and manipulate them with their love. Using love against someone is the worst crime imaginable to me. I would rather he attack me, I can deal with that, but he digs deep into my heart and draws me in then hurts me. Many mutual friends and family have had this talk with me about him after he burned them or he stabbed them in the back by hitting on their women or he tried to fuck them out of money, and the word they used to describe him was “weasel”. Of course I defended him and tried to get them to “understand” tirelessly. Then he started stabbing me, not only in my back, but in my heart. And this is not something can handle any longer. So for this I must cut him out or I will grow to hate him, in order to love him I must separate myself from him. Until he can learn to be a man and to see the needs of others in addition to his own I can not be there with him. And that’s the torment of it all, my underlying motive has been always loyalty, I do not leave people behind, but my hand is forced. I have no choice. I must get my own self together and he is unraveling it, and I don’t know why he would want to do that, jealousy, anger, I don’t know, I do not understand how a brother could want to hurt a brother on purpose. And if he does it unintentionally then I do not know what to think… I still cannot be around someone who would unintentionally hurt me, hurt is hurt. He will undoubted read this letter and begin to circle his wagons and turn everyone against me, and I have already considered that, and I have decided that he can have them. I am willing to give them up and let him have them so he can continue to build the great monument to his pride and ego, I just want the freedom to solve my own problems, all I ever wanted was for us all to be happy. But for him to be happy he must be in control of everyone around him, and that impedes my ability to seek my destiny. I can only pray that he will figure this out one day so we can be brothers again, and when he does I will be the 1st one there, like I was when he was in the hospital, or when his children were born, or he had his 1st football game. I don’t know where it all went wrong and I know I am not entirely blameless for this, but I do know I would never use his love against him and I would never actively seek to hurt him or to hinder his life and his progress, I cannot say he would do the same for me though and for that I must for the sake of my own health draw back from him.
I have chosen to quit while I am ahead in this. I do not need people to love me to succeed in my life, I have great internal strengths and I have finally figured out who I am. This has been a long trip for me it took 28 years to find the peace I feel with myself. I have to tell this stuff to friends instead of my family because I know that it will not matter to them and if it does they will talk over me and try to control me. But those days are finished. I am finished with internalizing everything, I am finished with biting my tongue, I am finished with being addicted to my family. My life has become my own and I know this is going to be hard for some people to understand and accept, but this is the way it must be. I was headed for an early grave through a suicide, and I might have even considered doing it, I was sitting there one morning thinking that it would be easier to be dead than to be in pain. And then I had the sudden realization that THAT is exactly what being “suicidal” is. I thought it was much more, but it is not. From that day forward I began to study myself and my motives and it has taken a few years but I have gotten a good idea of it all. And I can say truly for the 1st time in my life I am happy and secure with myself and I can see opportunities instead of painful reminders of why I so desperately hated my life. And nobody knew. Nobody knew or cared to know, or take the time to break through my walls and get to me. I sought help from time to time and dropped subtle hints and no one was interested. So I sought my own help from within and I was able to stave off oblivion. I think that makes me a fairly strong minded person, but I am sure you will all think it makes me an asshole. And that’s ok. I don’t need that love any more, I have learned to be without it, and while that is sad and tragic it has helped me to survive. I know they do love me, but loving is only a part of loving, doing is the other half. I don’t want to point fingers it’s irrelevant at this point.
On a more positive note, I would like you all to know that I have indeed come to grips with myself and I know now what I must do to make my life work and the days of holding things in and being too devoted have come to an end. The larval phase and pupa phases of my life have finished and now I am going to sprout my wings. I will never hold back again, when someone must be punished they will be, when praised they will be. If they hurt me they will be cut out of my life. I have no more room left to swallow the poisons of life.
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