Quarkmaster
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Nope. As I mentioned above, I don't like mystery. I like for people to be forthcoming and honest. Straight-up, as it were. So few people have this. It's annoying.
[INFJ] INFJs are freaking attractive
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Quarkmaster
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Yeah.... not much interest in the fantasy. Snake ladies aren't my type.
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Could be both!
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This sounds a little bit too much like corporatespeak (similar to demonspeak), which terrifies me.
I'm glad to be far removed from that corporate environment. I can be whomever I wish to be.
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Honestly to me it’s super creepy everyone going along mindlessly day after day tapping along on the keyboards not able or allowed to question a single thing. It’s robots not ppl so truthfully anymore corporations creep the hell out of me because they value submission and mindless easily to control ppl versus those of us not like that. I’m so glad to be out of that so while i now have two jobs to make up the pay for the one job I left I don’t regret it for a single minute because my stomach filled with dread just walking up to the front door of that building every morning and that’s just not a good place to be mentally.
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What I mean is, people want to know. That's mainly what they are concerned with.
You'd be a prime example, to an extreme even.
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I had a job like that. I endured it for two years. It was horrible. I dreaded even driving into work each day.
When I quit, I returned to college to go back to work on my master's and eventually my doctorate. I never looked back. The pay just wasn't worth what it took out of my soul.
If you believe in reincarnation, the price exacted for the pay some people get could not be repaid in a thousand lifetimes.
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Yes, people who open up are far more interesting than people who clam-up. Some people may find the mystery "fun" but I find it a drudgery and will often simply walk away.
The thing is, some people hide things because they simply don't want others to know, but in the hiding, they have something to hide. And if you pick at it, they'll become irritated and perhaps even angry with you. So I don't pick at it. And then the relationship, if there is one, melts apart. There is no honesty, and therefore, no friendship. So just walk away.
If I have something to hide, I like to parade out in front of the world so everyone can see it. I sometimes make it a point of pride and even amusement. Others don't see that as weakness, because your weakness is exposed, it's out there, people can plainly see it, and there's absolutely nothing they can do or say about it. It becomes your strength.
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I'm not as bothered by people having their own secrets/privacy, but I completely agree with you on this
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I don't go anywhere these days except the gym, and the guys there I have long convos with tend to be ruffians, course, but straight-up and honest with you. They don't bullshit around or tip-toe around issues. I'd like to believe that I'm the same way. Then again, maybe I am that way and would like to believe that I'm not. But one other thing that comes around with these guys is that they're self-made. They're independent - they own their own businesses (like me) and don't get along with the corporate crowd.
And I don't think that's a matter of choice. Throughout my career in corporate hateland, there were a number of complaints, mostly around my courseness and rough nature. Even in my very first job as a curb waiter at the Steak-n-Shake, I upset one of the female employees and was made to apologize, because I said something rude about her boyfriend (or husband - don't remember which now).
In the military (four years), I was constantly at odds with everyone and everything, and consistently scored low performance reviews. I barely recall any of my time working (on the flightline), but I remember every bit of my time off-duty, no matter where I was in the world, I went places. As soon as my shift was up, I was in my civies, off the base and going to interesting places, usually on a motorcycle. To the mountains, to the cities, to the oceans, to the rivers and springs. (Imagine the song, Born to be wild in the background - one of my favorites, BTW).
In college, I flourished. I loved the atmosphere, the people, the campus, the professors, the challenges, and had an endless supply of debate and counterdebate, long, deep discussion and also an endless supply of learning and conceptual gratification.
In the corporate world, I was told that I only did whatever I wanted to do. This one was a shocker to me, and very contradictory to what was expected of me. As an engineer, I had a lot of leeway in my tasks - at first. Later, we were expected to perform like automatons - to be automatons. This was a role I just couldn't get into. I needed (and still need) to be creative and use my imagination. The corporation doesn't like that - unless you own it.
Which is what I decided to do. I decided to own the corporation and do exactly what I wanted to do. The course, mean, ruffian bastards that I get along with and have more in-depth convos with are self-employed businessmen, like me.
Everyone in my family who are wealthy are also self-employed business owners. And that's most of us. So I wonder about upbringing. We grew up listening to our parents argue and bicker, and perhaps we believed that was normal. And this might also be what made us unwanted in the corporate climate.
I know one INFJ fellow at the gym, and sometimes I chat with him, but our convos are short and uninteresting. He's a clam. He has a degree in psychology and wants to get into social work, after his master's. He goes to the same university I attended and still we don't have much to talk about. On the other hand, he's young.
And I don't think that's a matter of choice. Throughout my career in corporate hateland, there were a number of complaints, mostly around my courseness and rough nature. Even in my very first job as a curb waiter at the Steak-n-Shake, I upset one of the female employees and was made to apologize, because I said something rude about her boyfriend (or husband - don't remember which now).
In the military (four years), I was constantly at odds with everyone and everything, and consistently scored low performance reviews. I barely recall any of my time working (on the flightline), but I remember every bit of my time off-duty, no matter where I was in the world, I went places. As soon as my shift was up, I was in my civies, off the base and going to interesting places, usually on a motorcycle. To the mountains, to the cities, to the oceans, to the rivers and springs. (Imagine the song, Born to be wild in the background - one of my favorites, BTW).
In college, I flourished. I loved the atmosphere, the people, the campus, the professors, the challenges, and had an endless supply of debate and counterdebate, long, deep discussion and also an endless supply of learning and conceptual gratification.
In the corporate world, I was told that I only did whatever I wanted to do. This one was a shocker to me, and very contradictory to what was expected of me. As an engineer, I had a lot of leeway in my tasks - at first. Later, we were expected to perform like automatons - to be automatons. This was a role I just couldn't get into. I needed (and still need) to be creative and use my imagination. The corporation doesn't like that - unless you own it.
Which is what I decided to do. I decided to own the corporation and do exactly what I wanted to do. The course, mean, ruffian bastards that I get along with and have more in-depth convos with are self-employed businessmen, like me.
Everyone in my family who are wealthy are also self-employed business owners. And that's most of us. So I wonder about upbringing. We grew up listening to our parents argue and bicker, and perhaps we believed that was normal. And this might also be what made us unwanted in the corporate climate.
I know one INFJ fellow at the gym, and sometimes I chat with him, but our convos are short and uninteresting. He's a clam. He has a degree in psychology and wants to get into social work, after his master's. He goes to the same university I attended and still we don't have much to talk about. On the other hand, he's young.