Huxley
Colour red
Shit, time really does fly. I haven't really been here a lot. And frankly I don't want to waste your time, so I wont stay around either. I just have somethings to get of my chest.
Right now, this very moment, I have a very difficult feeling in my stomach. I'm writing this because, even though I usually feel pretty self-comforting, I can't seem to stop wanting to part from the itch I have. Usually, I cringe when people really on others, you know. Perhaps that's because I was born like this, or because my father never was around. I don't know. But often, I found myself thinking: "Come on, man! You CAN handle this, you can fight it!" and gradually understanding that, even though it didn't work most of the time, it would be with me for the greater period of my life, and thus was needed.
Relying on groups of people seemed like an animalistic need to me -- nothing I, myself, wanted to be a part of -- and I found it increasingly hard to do it, without feeling myself drifting OBE. Even this act of self defiance, writing to you guys, on this message board, makes me feel uneasy. Why am I trying to comfort myself with the use of others? What could they do? And you know what? I feel a strange satisfaction writing this. Like scratching that itch. I am compelled to go against my own pre-existing axioms. To say something I've never dared to say before. That I actually find comfort in other people. Shit. Suddenly, the introverted me, understand that, perhaps it is okay to accept ones nature. To find comfort in groups. Even though I don't want that. I feel that I must.
So, I have a question for you, INTP, and a request. Am I like you? And please, discuss with me.
Right now, this very moment, I have a very difficult feeling in my stomach. I'm writing this because, even though I usually feel pretty self-comforting, I can't seem to stop wanting to part from the itch I have. Usually, I cringe when people really on others, you know. Perhaps that's because I was born like this, or because my father never was around. I don't know. But often, I found myself thinking: "Come on, man! You CAN handle this, you can fight it!" and gradually understanding that, even though it didn't work most of the time, it would be with me for the greater period of my life, and thus was needed.
Relying on groups of people seemed like an animalistic need to me -- nothing I, myself, wanted to be a part of -- and I found it increasingly hard to do it, without feeling myself drifting OBE. Even this act of self defiance, writing to you guys, on this message board, makes me feel uneasy. Why am I trying to comfort myself with the use of others? What could they do? And you know what? I feel a strange satisfaction writing this. Like scratching that itch. I am compelled to go against my own pre-existing axioms. To say something I've never dared to say before. That I actually find comfort in other people. Shit. Suddenly, the introverted me, understand that, perhaps it is okay to accept ones nature. To find comfort in groups. Even though I don't want that. I feel that I must.
So, I have a question for you, INTP, and a request. Am I like you? And please, discuss with me.