Upon stepping out my front door for a smoke, a mother and child skipped playfully past me while laughing causing the following thought to enter my mind: "I hate happy people".
I think I've become too embittered.
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Upon stepping out my front door for a smoke, a mother and child skipped playfully past me while laughing causing the following thought to enter my mind: "I hate happy people".
I think I've become too embittered.
I agreed to having Medicinal Company today. And even arranged it myself. Bitter medicine. It works in a funny way. It gets me out of an entrenched groove, even if I don't entirely appreciate it or even like it. Sometimes I need to get out of that groove and just can't do it on my own, so bringing some other person's energy into my spaces works alchemically like an injection. I don't like the needle but I need it to jack myself into a different mode...
re happy people, I tend to look at them like Pedersen looked at Ivan (in the beginning of the movie, before his "conversion", in Adams æbler, LOL, they're nucking futs.
I'm not sure this would be a solution ... Most of the time the threads are something like : what's your favorite/ what do you thing about (insert random object/subject).
there's rarely any type of real discussion as everybody will only tell his point of view and rarely comment on someone's else...
exactly ...
Most of the time I only take a look on stickies for the exact reason then if there's nothing to comment on i take a look on the INTP sub-forum all the other sub-forums annoys me... I just can't handle them![]()
Last edited by Einsteinette; 08-29-2011 at 03:01 PM.
You know If I was just quietly having a moment in time and a couple of people interrupted it I would probably think....STFU. There really needs no extra thought than that. You might be being too hard on yourself. It perpetuates the state of mind of feeling embittered.
EDIT: Upon more reflection I would also add that your other posts belie this embittered thing you blame yourself for. You are just imaginative and in your own world. Don't believe the bullshit.
Hurricane Irene steals my power and internet: 36 hours and counting.
Projected power return time: "several days"
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My brother gets off the phone and tells me that 'we' need to put the clothes on the line.
I start thinking how bullshit this is, that the both of us get assigned to do a simple task -- especially since whenever I answer the phone and asked to put the clothes on the line, it doesn't mention a 'we'.
So, begrudgingly, I get up from the computer to walk out to the line where my brother is with the clothes.
He complains how I didn't think to get the pegs.
I mention that he could have carried them, and I didn't know they weren't already here.
He states that he was carrying the clothes basket.
I notice that he could have piled the peg basket on the clothes basket, but don't say anything.
It starts to rain after a bit, and we take the clothes off the line.
I also took off a chamois that I put on the line, it had dried up to the state of cardboard.
After we take off all the clothes, I take the chamois to the sink to soak it to attempt to restore it as my brother puts the clothes on the little deployable rack in front of the heater we have in case it rains.
It takes some time to soak the chamois, so I plug up the sink and fill it with water.
I roll up and fold up the chamois continuously to make sure it regains it's prior flexibility.
After a while, my brother comes in and does the same. Then he says to 'let it soak'.
We leave the bathroom, and I get back on the computer.
My brother does an "ahem" from the next room, I guessed he was getting the dog's attention, but I figure I might as well check what's up.
It turns out that he hadn't finished the clothes on the deployable rack, and was dirty at me for 'skipping work'.
He accuses me of "pretending to go soak the chamois until [he] forgot that [I] was meant to be helping him" and "never bothering to solve a problem".
TL;DR:
I should really vocalise other people's stupidity, as it seems to be the only reason they think they can vocalise what they think is stupid of me.
Did you type this with your phone? Phones save the lives of INTJs when it comes to the internetz. I feel your pain! It's like loosing the Library of Alexandria to a fire. ;)
I just want to chime in and say that in all the time I have spent on this forum so far (which, to be fair, has only been a short few months), you've always seemed like a pretty relaxed person, and no more or less cynical than the rest of us. I honestly wouldn't worry about it. Of course, I could be way off since I've never actually met you. It's just how you come across in your posts.
Also in your video that you posted you seemed friendly enough for me. Here I am wondering if I could be an extrovert and now that I think about it, you seemed even more genuine and approachable than I've been described offline. Online, I'm waaaaaaay more out-spoken. Offline, I'm a jaded reclusive grump. It's like night and day honestly. I don't even like it when my co-workers say hello to me. I don't even like it when my family says hello to me. I don't even like it when the mail guy rings the bell.
Really? Just leave the package on my doorstep, I'm sure I'll notice it when I open the door. I'm BUSY. GO AWAY. HISS. DEMON-EYES.
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