What were you like as a child?

Originally Posted by Shai Gar

what sort of limits?

Eh? There were few, if any limits. The only limit was that I wasn't allowed to become utterly absorbed in computer games (the 16 hour gaming marathon sort of thing).

Your parents sound cool. When you said your dad was an air force officer, I was expecting a republican moron.

He wasn't an officer, and he is Republican.

Even I couldn't do a 16 hour gaming marathon, I actually gotta do something.

Originally Posted by BehindSmile

I was loud and sang around family. Around people I didn't know I was shy. I didn't like even ordering at a restaurants...waitresses scared me. Hell, I actually REMEMBER the day my mom started making me order for myself. I swear I was probably like...12 or 13. That's pathetic. Even now though, I never look waitresses in the eye. I don't know why...I hate making eye contact unless I really know the person. I am rude.

I only sing loud when I am alone now. Not even around family... hehe

I was like that for a while too, I hated ordering food. I don't mind a bit of eye contact, but if its for too long it can be awkward

Yeah, 16 hours is a bit rough. I can barely do three hours before I get bored and have to go read something or go riding.

Old School Republican, or Present Day Party Republican?

I couldn't even do 16 hours of anything, I get bored easily and barely stand doing most things for more than 1-2 hours

Originally Posted by Shai Gar

Yeah, 16 hours is a bit rough. I can barely do three hours before I get bored and have to go read something or go riding.

At one time, I could do 16+ hours on the computer. That was the only way for me to find people I didn't think were morons, at the time. Actually, my life revolved around the computer, then.

Old School Republican, or Present Day Party Republican?

Present-day, I think. =/

D:

*hug*

*hides before arms get broke*

Originally Posted by Llixgrijb

That was the only way for me to find people I didn't think were morons, at the time.

I seem to attract people who are intellectually inferior to me. Out of my group of friends, most of them had trouble with school even though they worked hard. I didn't try in high school at all and still got an 85% average. I did have some smart friends but they actually worked hard. However, I did hang out with the intellectually inferior more.

Originally Posted by Shai Gar

D:

*hug*

*hides before arms get broke*

Haha, it's not terribly bad. Just a bit annoying. I avoid talking politics with him.

Originally Posted by mcgooglian

I seem to attract people who are intellectually inferior to me. Out of my group of friends, most of them had trouble with school even though they worked hard. I didn't try in high school at all and still got an 85% average. I did have some smart friends but they actually worked hard. However, I did hang out with the intellectually inferior more.

My friends weren't so much intellectually inferior (I met them through the gifted student enrichment program and band) as...different from me. I was in high school, and I wanted to talk about computers, physics, genetic engineering, electronics, etc. Most of my friends were artsy girls. After a while, I was frustrated that I could only talk to a very small handful about my technical interests. That might have led up to my overtly angry and bitter sentiments I described in your quote.
But that was all after childhood.

I read somewhere that INFPs can perform remarkably well in somewhat ill-fitting pursuits as long as it pleases people important to the INFP. I was praised for INTP-like behavior, so I effectively became an INTP. In fact, when I was young, I was almost a textbook INTP. I immersed myself in scientific and technical pursuits, became the darling of nearly every teacher I had, and surrounded myself with other academically proficient people. It wasn't until college that I really started to understand exactly what I had going, but looking back, I can see threads of commonality strung through my childhood. The constant daydreaming, the endless desire to please, the constant self-deprecation – it was all there the whole time; I just didn't bother to look for it.

Not to say that I hold any resentment about being raised as an INTP. Far from it; I wouldn't be who I am now otherwise. (It probably helps that I'm an INFP by only the slimmest of margins.)