I have just started to notice how weird my house-cleaning habits are. I will not write a paragraph concerning this, so bear with me through point form notes.
1. My room is filled with junk.
2. When the junk gets in my way, I toss it to another corner of my room.
3. Repeat 2. x million
4. One day, I get extremely annoyed with the mess I've created and experiences a boost of energy to sort everything out to their proper place.
5. A week later, my room is in a total mess like before I cleaned it.
I cannot function in a mess. When I see a mess, my mind feels like it is also in a mess. I have to order it, to think straight.
It might be because in my childhood, I only had a small chest in which to put all of my stuff. Whenever I bought a new toy, there wasn't room to put it in, until I took everything out, and rearranged everything in there, to find room for it.
Another thing that I remember, was that I read as a child, that Red Adair, who was the best oil firefighter in the oil firefighting business, got started, because he used to keep all his tools in exactly the same place. He was working on an oil rig, when it caught on fire. Everyone else cleared out, because at that point, almost no-one even dared to try to put out an oil fire, and the few who did, almost always died. He stayed, and because he knew exactly where all his tools were, he could reach for them, without having to look for them, and thus saved himself the precious seconds that meant the difference between fixing the problem, and being set on fire. He became the first real oil firefighter, and made himself a fortune, and a name for himself for saving many lives. This greatly impressed on me the value of keeping things in their place.
However, I do have very odd cleaning habits. Others have told me that I have developed my own ways of cleaning, that are often very, very different than how most people do it.
Another odd thing happened to me today. Yes, I will mention it on this thread although its' relevancy is below 60%. Here goes: My friend brought a book to English class called "Angels in the ER", so I became curious with it and decided to take a peek at it. On the first page, there was a life/death "crisis" and I read it. I started to laugh uncontrollably, with no explanation why that first page was funny. Now, my friends think I am more than half insane. *sigh* Just thought I'd share that with all of you.
In school, whenever the teacher would start talking about an earthquake or other natural disaster, and how terrible it was that so many people had died in it, I would break into laughter, and would have to force myself to hold back from laughing. I used to think that it meant that I was a psychopath. It's nice to know that it just means that I am an INTP.
It is also annoying when the teacher is explaining a hard concept to a quiet class, and I think of something funny and starts laughing.
I would do that all the time. People would ask me what was so funny, and I would just say "nothing". People thought I was mad for laughing at nothing they could see. Glad to know that is just being an INTP as well, and not insanity.
Hell the only thing you have to worry when coming into my room are the stacks of books here and there.
OK. This I can relate to. I struggle to leave any bookstore without buying at least one book, and often buy several. Almost everywhere I've lived, I've collected loads of books, way more than clothes or anything else. I've moved a few times and left them all behind. But it still didn't take me long to accumulate another library's worth of books.
I giggled when my grandmother died when I was fifteen ...
When my father died, I went into uncontrollable laughter for about 5 minutes. I couldn't stop. I think it was shock. My older brother had to slap me to get me to stop.
I just have no use for dead people.
This just made me burst out laughing. After all, what are you going to do, have a conversation with a corpse?
My room is pretty clean most of the time. Actually, my ISTJ mom has said, "You clean your room more than anyone I know; but then again, you also mess it up more quickly than anyone I know."
Thank G-d that another INTP keeps his room clean and tidy. I was beginning to question if I was an INTP.
I grew up in a house full of SJs, and have therefore gained some semblance of a skill in organization. But I'm also prone to clutter. So while my bed must be made and I must have adequate desk space, my book shelves are often filled to overflowing with everything from MBTI to checks to Silly Putty.
I am the same. I have, well, about a couple of hundred books, and about 100 DVDs, and that has been with making a huge effort to go minimalist.
YES. Well. I think so. If by "chaos" you mean "hectic times of not knowing how things are supposed to go or happen." I'm more likely to enjoy chaos in terms of time than in terms of space or things.
Now in THIS I can relate completely. I enjoy the idea of going out specifically without a plan, and just seeing where I will end up. I used to go walking aimlessly for hours. I also enjoy a conversation that just goes on and on, just to see to what thoughts and ideas it will take me to.
Timewise, I'm even worse. I used to turn up to parties 2 hours later than everyone else. People used to say that I would be late for my own wedding, and probably my own funeral too.
You might think that the last one was impossible. But somehow, I seem to have a knack of screwing up the easy stuff, and then doing the stuff that most people say is impossible, effortlessly. It really freaks people out. On the one hand, I don't like upsetting people so. But on the other hand, it has a delicious taste, to do things that really freak people out.
Here's another. I either seem to say 2 words, when 20 is needed, or say 20 words, when 2 will do.
This thread makes me smile.
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