merzbau
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...reading through again, i'm aware this sounds like a colossal whinge, but i'm posting it, whinging and all, 'cause that's how i roll.
something i've always found strange about being intp is the inner contradiction between the obsessive drive to create, and spurning other people's validation of that creativity.
for me, i think it started as mimicry, seeing artists' works, and wondering if i could do something like them, but over the years my creativity became a source of strength, a lifetime obsession that alleviates some existential frustration; it lightens the drudgery of everyday labor to know that although i'm spending my life working something meaningless job, at least i'll have something to show for it. i'm leaving something behind. a legacy, an influence, something original and distinct.
yet i can't truly find it in myself to care about the ocean of humans i walk through, their opinions and their games. i think i have more in common with jellyfish. why do i care what they think about me?
so it goes, cycling around my head again..
most of the time, it's a huge struggle trying to find the time outside work to achieve anything creative.
part of is is the intp tendency to keep things inside my own head, where they exist in a more vital, unpolluted form. thinking things up is often more satisfying to me than actually bringing it to life in the real world.
i've put off so many projects/ideas in the past, because forcing myself to sit down and do them seems wrong. and it's hard work.
i mean, hard work isn't fun. if i'm not doing it for fun, it must be to get somewhere (money, employment, attracting a mate, recognition from peers, etc.) but the uncertainty of a payoff again makes me hesitate.
so why do it? for myself? once i have acquired competency in something, i don't have to prove anything to myself. the only reason i have to carry it through is to please others, and if that isn't reciprocated somehow, it can be very disheartening. i'm convinced that no-one understands the work i do. the probability that it will go nowhere and be totally unappreciated kind of diffuses the incentive to waste my free time doing it.
if i make something i love and it falls flat, i might not create anything for months, sometimes years after. i might even drop it altogether, and go play deus ex instead.
all the motivation that's left is putting a psychological buffer between me and mortality, which makes it compulsive, doesn't it? i'm trying to lead my life unfettered, and i find myself controlled.
or i couldn't be overthinking things could i? heavens, that'd be a departure.
anyway, if you have the foggiest what i'm talking about, how do you deal with it..?
something i've always found strange about being intp is the inner contradiction between the obsessive drive to create, and spurning other people's validation of that creativity.
for me, i think it started as mimicry, seeing artists' works, and wondering if i could do something like them, but over the years my creativity became a source of strength, a lifetime obsession that alleviates some existential frustration; it lightens the drudgery of everyday labor to know that although i'm spending my life working something meaningless job, at least i'll have something to show for it. i'm leaving something behind. a legacy, an influence, something original and distinct.
yet i can't truly find it in myself to care about the ocean of humans i walk through, their opinions and their games. i think i have more in common with jellyfish. why do i care what they think about me?
so it goes, cycling around my head again..
most of the time, it's a huge struggle trying to find the time outside work to achieve anything creative.
part of is is the intp tendency to keep things inside my own head, where they exist in a more vital, unpolluted form. thinking things up is often more satisfying to me than actually bringing it to life in the real world.
i've put off so many projects/ideas in the past, because forcing myself to sit down and do them seems wrong. and it's hard work.
i mean, hard work isn't fun. if i'm not doing it for fun, it must be to get somewhere (money, employment, attracting a mate, recognition from peers, etc.) but the uncertainty of a payoff again makes me hesitate.
so why do it? for myself? once i have acquired competency in something, i don't have to prove anything to myself. the only reason i have to carry it through is to please others, and if that isn't reciprocated somehow, it can be very disheartening. i'm convinced that no-one understands the work i do. the probability that it will go nowhere and be totally unappreciated kind of diffuses the incentive to waste my free time doing it.
if i make something i love and it falls flat, i might not create anything for months, sometimes years after. i might even drop it altogether, and go play deus ex instead.
all the motivation that's left is putting a psychological buffer between me and mortality, which makes it compulsive, doesn't it? i'm trying to lead my life unfettered, and i find myself controlled.
or i couldn't be overthinking things could i? heavens, that'd be a departure.
anyway, if you have the foggiest what i'm talking about, how do you deal with it..?