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May. 20th, 2010 12:40 amThere is so much to panic about. But I'm not panicked. It's nice not to be panicked, but this complacency feels so off. I guess I can be an example of a person whose senioritis actually did some good. I'm kind of on some weird high which either arose from hormones' finally doing it right or from my body's going "I give up!" and letting tiredness take its toll on my system. Well, it certainly beats breaking apart like a bottle with too much internal pressure!
I did some more personality research again. I keep saying I'm an INFJ, right? Well, I also can see why I keep getting INTP. Because I fit the bill for that too. Too. Before anyone thinks I get too caught up in this psychoanalysis stuff and too deeply believe in silly tests and acronyms, let me explain: I look into this stuff to establish a basis from which I can derive more information about myself through contemplation and fastidiousness. It's not like what I get from tests is totally false, yeah? So it's a good, perhaps not terribly stable, ground to work off of. I can stabilize the ground on my own if need be with my self-obtained data.
I like figures and systems and theories but I'm very emotional and sensitive and totally hang with my inner world too often for my own good and have designed it to weird extremes. Regarding how I work and what I like to create, I'm totally INTP-ish, but regarding how I deal with feelings and people and arguably also what I like to create, I'm extremely INFJ-ish. In retrospect, my T and P scores are often low on said tests, so I guess this should come as no surprise. It fascinates me though! I fit nicely between the two. Fancy fancy, nancy dancy, shmancy pantsy!
So, anyway, if some test-obsessive guy (because obviously this will happen) comes up and asks me what MBTI type thinger I am, then I will say, "I'm a good chunk INTP and a good chunk INFJ, sir!" (And yes, that would still be "sir" if said guy was a woman only because I always forget to say "ma'am.") And all will be well in the world for that very minute interval of time.
I am entirely screwed for this calc final, but I am convinced that I will not get an F and a D (or the cruel, teetering D-) will not drag me down from an A to a C.
...If I really cared and was in my usual paranoid state of mind, I'd be hitting the sack by now.
I did some more personality research again. I keep saying I'm an INFJ, right? Well, I also can see why I keep getting INTP. Because I fit the bill for that too. Too. Before anyone thinks I get too caught up in this psychoanalysis stuff and too deeply believe in silly tests and acronyms, let me explain: I look into this stuff to establish a basis from which I can derive more information about myself through contemplation and fastidiousness. It's not like what I get from tests is totally false, yeah? So it's a good, perhaps not terribly stable, ground to work off of. I can stabilize the ground on my own if need be with my self-obtained data.
I like figures and systems and theories but I'm very emotional and sensitive and totally hang with my inner world too often for my own good and have designed it to weird extremes. Regarding how I work and what I like to create, I'm totally INTP-ish, but regarding how I deal with feelings and people and arguably also what I like to create, I'm extremely INFJ-ish. In retrospect, my T and P scores are often low on said tests, so I guess this should come as no surprise. It fascinates me though! I fit nicely between the two. Fancy fancy, nancy dancy, shmancy pantsy!
So, anyway, if some test-obsessive guy (because obviously this will happen) comes up and asks me what MBTI type thinger I am, then I will say, "I'm a good chunk INTP and a good chunk INFJ, sir!" (And yes, that would still be "sir" if said guy was a woman only because I always forget to say "ma'am.") And all will be well in the world for that very minute interval of time.
I am entirely screwed for this calc final, but I am convinced that I will not get an F and a D (or the cruel, teetering D-) will not drag me down from an A to a C.
...If I really cared and was in my usual paranoid state of mind, I'd be hitting the sack by now.