It seems someone does not care for my posts. Good thing my sense of humor wasn't shot off in some war or another.
Updated 14-05-13 at 05:10 AM by apemon
Usually I don't do this when people go missing, but recently I joined a facebook page for a man who went missing this week. Two men came to look at a truck he was selling, he took them for a test drive and he was never heard of again. They have someone in custody now. I was reading a bit about it it the whole thing just doesn't make any sense. All for a truck. Normally when people go missing I just ignore it.
Last night I had dreams of this man all night. He kept showing up here
I'm Bridgett, and I'm so happy to have finally found a home for myself when I discovered I am an INFJ. For years I tested as INTJ, and it never really fit. Then after a lot of therapy in the past year, and a long journey through a deep valley, I am finally getting to know myself. I spent too much time in a bottle in my adult years (2 years sober on May 16th), and I lost track of me. My point is that I have spent most of my life trying not to feel my feelings, making me further disembodied and
I started my new job on Monday. I am bored of it already. I realize moving to this job how stagnant I have become career wise. While I developed a lot professionally at my previous job I realized it was due to the fact that a job was all I had and I had no social life. Since moving back home, that has shifted and I have more of a social life and my job just seems overly dull. I think what makes it so incredibly boring for me is the lack of autonomy I have. I was told today that I am not allowed
My boss & director decided to "suspend me without pay until I have custody of my daughter" today and my sister also thought it was the right time to tell me that she decided to take my name off of the legal document stating who raises her kids in the event of her death. She decided it was safer to let my mom ( a drug addict...) raise them since my ex keeps flinging accusations. Somehow she thinks her kids will be involved...
Umm... sigh... where the fuck did I sign
Updated 08-05-13 at 01:49 AM by purplecrayons
What the 'F' am i becoming? The closer I seem to get the stranger others seem to view me. Am I wrong to want to be understood? Perhaps letting go of these things is the key. I shall now attempt to find the lock.
I moved into my new place on the 1st. When I arrived the construction that was being done on my suite was not complete. Rather, they had "completed" it but not in full and not to the standard it should have been. The painters who were hired painted over all of the face plates for the light switches and the outlets. They left the rad covers off and leaning up against the wall. They replaced all of my cupboards but didn't paint out the drawers and the bottom set like they were meant to.
Some of you are into reading the dreams of others. Some of you are not. I have dreams that I remember every night but don't post them here because they're not significant. I had one last night about a 400lb man trying to rape me... Doesn't make for good reading. I was remarking to
the other day that I haven't had any crazy dreams for a while and now I've been rewarded with the below. The dreams were more vivid than I describe but for some reason they left
Introverts under attack in society.
Have you ever felt as a introverted person in todays society the increasing pressure to conform to the modern trend of extrovert, from the media and ones peers and workplace, and how it is becoming a major irritation and problem?
I remember a training day I had to attend where everyone in attendance had to first introduce themselves before having to discuss with expected eagerness and brimming with professional confidence there job
Tingling in hands, feet, and face
Chronic tense muscles
Can't get a deep enough breath
Unnecessary fear and worry
I want this:
No more back and neck pain
Less thinking and more doing
Less second-guessing myself
More belief in myself.
Being INFJ isn't easy. And no, I'm not blaming
Alright this is really getting to be fun. At this point I seem to not be much interested in things of the body.(sex). There has been so much conflict that sometimes my instinct is to run. But then again that solves nothing. As the man says 'there' is no better than 'here'. I believe this is spurring growth but it is extremely difficult and painful. But from what I understand that's the way things are sometimes. The 'song of the universe' is becoming somewhat easier to hear. Last night from across
Out of boredom this morning I decided to take a look at some websites to see what kind of fashion is available these days. I haven't seriously shopped in a long time and have been avoiding it waiting to get to my overall weight goal. Now that I am hovering around the healthy body weight range, none of my clothing fits anymore and I knew at some point before I started my job I'd have to get something to wear.
For Nostalgia's sake I drove 20 minutes to a mall I used to go to when I
Lots of bitching inbound. Also, I didn't proofread any of this.
At the risk of sounding like an impotent child, I'm going to talk (more probably rant) about something I've noticed lately which isn't so much of serious concern as it is simply a persistent and often obstructive annoyance. It's probably going to be long-winded and not go much anywhere, but if you're one of those people who experiences frustration over your intuition in relation to the world, you might get something out
I am 1.5lbs away from reaching my overall weight loss goal. Now that I am almost there I am re-evaluating. I thought losing 60lbs would bring me to where I wanted to be and I could be happy. It's nice to be in a healthy BMI range, to be able to wear smaller sizes and to feel more comfortable in my own skin. What I am realizing now is the potential that I have physically. It's not even just about losing the weight. I have about 20 more pounds that I want to lose in fat and then I want to put on muscle.
What a strange feeling. I'm quite beside myself.
Oh, to speak....
Just to speak
Without concern about arguments made, strong or weak
Enjoy a strange phrase turned
Nothing lost and nothing earned
Neither right nor wrong
Just the language of song
Somewhere, it exists,
I've seen it with my inner eye
Is it buried in false memories
Of glory days gone by?
Updated 26-04-13 at 10:12 PM by wonkavision
I often feel disappointed when others do not see the truth that I see in another individual. Either they wear rose tinted glasses, have not had the opportunity to get close enough to see the lies, or they're just not that bright about it. I often find that this disappointment tends to carry over into other areas and it begins to cloud my view of them as a whole. I do try my best to curb this. Because I am aware of my own reaction to the circumstances I make sure to keep my mouth shut. No one is
I didn't say goodbye to anyone really when I left Vancouver. I didn't see anyone when I passed through Calgary, Saskatchewan or even Manitoba. I have friends living in all provinces and could have said goodbye to everyone but I didn't. I think had I quit my job sooner that I would have made more time for that. The only person I said goodbye to in Vancouver is one that I knew I'd very likely never, ever see again and who I would never have any real contact with anymore. That would be the infamous
I've noticed that I make statements about myself and the more time that I think about them or write about them, the more they change. I hate to nail myself down into being this way or that and hate to throw labels on myself because there's always the expectation that I should stick to them - not only from myself but from others. I know, more than anything, I am constantly in a state of flux. My extremes are not nearly as apparent as they once were. There are lows and there are highs. I am this and
I think one of the contributing factors to me feeling more balanced out and happier is that I have started to develop my friendships with other women. I am no longer in constant contact with a few INTJs that I was speaking with almost exclusively for a long period of time. I'm noticing that as I get older I am placing a lot of value in my conversations with other women who I can relate to and who can fill an emotional gap that I think some women need from each other.
When I was in
Hello folks, well this is my first Blog post on INFJs.com, so I have used one of my writings from my Face book page to start the ball rolling.
I myself am a follower of the way, (Buddhism) but I wanted to promote universal qualities of peace and compassion that I believe resides in every nation given a chance. My writing aren't meant as any form of preaching, but are in effect a discussion on what I find most important to me, the true human spirit.
I'd like to share a philosophical
So much more about me makes sense now that I know I am absolutely and positively not an INFJ. I think anxiety and depression does weird things to a person's personality. I think it caused me to introvert so hard and be so sensitive to so many things that I thought I was an INFJ. But what I also realized was that as soon as I let that idea go and came out of my shell, MBTI didn't matter anymore. How I interacted with people didn't matter anymore. The way I processed things and what my functions were
My mother informed me this morning that she has plans to leave my father.
I want to vomit.
At the same time being happy that we understand each other so much, we can argue with each other in a way that reallllly makes each other mad. We both know each other's weaknesses. We understand each other.
At the same time, we're both different INFJ's. You are a more realistic and self-constricting INFJ, while I am a artistic and harmonizing and enthusiastic INFJ.
You've changed a bit over the past year, and I guess so have I. You're too concerned about the future!
So on my drive through Canada I passed through so many Native communities. I have always been fascinated by the Native culture and how they lived. There were so many little spots that one could stop over and browse their crafts that they had on sale. So many interesting names and reservations and little pockets of communities where you could tell not many people lived but somehow they made it work. I noticed this mostly from my drive from Manitoba to home. I wished that I was driving back later
I never considered Ontario to be particularly beautiful in any way but after the endless flatness of the prairies and the stress of driving through the mountains it was actually quite nice...except for the snow.
So here's what will sum up my trip:
971km from Vancouver BC to Calgary AB. I made it in about 11 hours.
1327km from Calgary AB to Winnipeg MB
704km from Winnipeg MB to Thunder Bay ON
889km from Thunder Bay ON to Spanish ON
591km from Spanish ON to home.
Good. Fucking. God. The drive from Calgary to Winnipeg was pretty brutal just because it was so flat that there was nothing to look at. Surprisingly it didn't feel that long but that's probably
sometimes i just hate everyone.
I made it to my parents. I am safe and sound. And exhausted.
So I drove from Vancouver to Calgary yesterday. It took 12 hours. I had a tension headache by the time I reached the outskirts of the city because there are so many damn pot holes and large chunks of rock all over the place. I think having to be hyper focused on every thing on the road is what caused it. But I finally arrived.
I wrote more in this post but as it turns out only the first paragraph was auto saved and I accidentally backed out of this entry. I don't even remember what