Maintenance for an iNtuitive is tough work. I naturally wake up NOT wanting to do Se, or Si.
I have this problem. I feel often. I feel deeply. But I lack the self-awareness to see how I feel in the moment until it hits me hard.
a.k.a. “Get over it Marianne. Why does it matter? Who cares? Stop talking about it. It’s useless and you’re wasting your time.”
Society gives psychology shade. You’re weak if you’re emotional. You’re judging if you’re too analytical. You’re an asshole either way. Having an illness is a weakness of the mind that should not be talked about. We all avoid confronting other people about their faults. We are unwilling to admit that we are part of the problem.
I have been told some of these things in real life. Some of these things are implied by society. Some things are explicitly said around the internet.
Here’s the thing. I am very respectful to other people’s opinion (regardless of where they are coming from). I go as far as to understand that judgement even if their argument has a weak basis (ie. the reluctance to be open to new ideas thus dismissing it as illogical without researching). When I see people are tired of a topic, I stop talking about it. Trust me, I know. But please do not make haste judgements about MBTI/Personality Types and Psychology because you are too lazy (or scared) to do the research to understand. Also, do not make haste judgements about me because I enjoy understanding others. I actually want to help. If you disagree, please tell me personally.
Lastly, if you took this article personally then you do not get my point. I am addressing criticism that I have been getting not only from my real life encounters, but through internet encounters. I’ve been criticized for being like this (meaning psycho-analytical and a overthinker) my whole life. Owning up to it by talking about MBTI for the last year has opened the door to subtle criticism from across the spectrum. I’m letting you know the reasons why. So let’s get right to it.
This has been a weird year for me. I am a novel lover. Narratives. Strictly prose. But this year I decided to get my head out of my ass and read more poetry because if I survived (and liked) Shakespeare in high school, then I should be able to survive something new.
By the way, I cheated myself out of a novel for this Reading Decathlon. I guess Dostoevsky left me in a state of “luxurious inertia.” So I went back to my 2016 default of diving into poetry and I read Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine Von Radics.
…Marianne’s Gotta Be Honest (Totally ripping that line from mah boi) Marianne is going to address her feelings like a true adult and stop lying to herself that she is okay because she is not!
Hooray! Let’s begin!
Uh oh, I’m in trouble here. It’s almost 2pm and I haven’t accomplished even one Te minimum yet!
Click below if you want to see how I recovered and rebounded from this.
I want to start monitoring my progress and pushing myself to be consistent. Consistency with the things I have to do everyday is difficult because I get easily distracted by the beauty of the internet and infinite diversions on my phone. Coupled with the fact that I create my own schedule, er lack of schedule, I am conducive of falling into an endless trap of Buzzfeed articles and Youtube videos.
Thus, I have made a shiny new list for my established Te minimums (meaning the things I have to do every day to reach my long-term goals).