INTP vs. INTJ
They say that your universe shifts when someone you love dies. Ever since my father died 15 years ago, I’ve had trouble discerning the time of year. For example, March very closely resembles November. Luckily our society is so commercialized that one cannot be off track for very long. One glimpse at a newspaper or a TV commercial will keep even the most oblivious in step.
The universal shift I’ve experienced since DDSO passed away is that I’ve apparently transitioned from being a lifelong INTP Myers Brigg profile to a slight INTJ. I first learned about Myers Briggs in a college Organizational Change class. It’s based on the Carl Jungian personality type philosophy. There are four different categories and then their combinations.
The Myers Briggs model of personality was developed by Katherine Briggs and Isabel Briggs Myers in the mid-20th century. It is based on four preferences:
- E or I (Extraversion or Introversion)
- S or N (Sensing or iNtuition)
- T or F (Thinking or Feeling)
- J or P (Judgment or Perception)
Based on what I’ve read, the difference between being a J or a P is the final result of one’s efforts. People who are more P-based are interested in open ended conclusions while J-based types are looking for closure.
I have always been a P. I hate when things end. I dislike bowling because the better you get at it, the less you get to play. If I pick up a new author to read, I check to see if she/he has written other books so that if I enjoy the writing there will be more. I haven’t read the third Girl with the Tattoo book because when I do, I know it will be over (since the author has died and won’t be writing anymore).
No surprise that I haven’t finished the sweater for LD yet.
I have been very attached to Maroon 5’s song Payphone this year. Every time I hear this sentence while it’s playing, I think of knitting the words into a pillow:
Even the sun sets in Paradise.
Oh, and what about –
If “Happy Ever After” did exist,
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more fucking love song, I’ll be sick.
Speaking of fairy tales, did you ever wonder what happens when the characters lived happily ever after?
Well, eventually, one of them died.
After DDSO passed away, I was (painfully) out with another couple and they had the nerve to say to me, “We can’t imagine what you’re going through.” The rest of the afternoon, I muttered to myself, “Well, you had better start imagining because guess what? It IS going to happen to one of you.”
Okcupid is an online dating site where you can answer tens of thousands of questions with your perspective and then what is acceptable in other people’s answers. They then use this scoring to help match you for romance, friendship, and “enemy.”
There’s one question, “If you were to die, would whoever goes through your belongings be shocked by what they find?” One man wrote an explanation to his answer: “If I WERE to die!?!?! I’m almost 100 percent certain that I AM going to die.”
So that represents my slight shift from INTP to INTJ. Things do end. Whether we like it or not.