This is overly simplistic, but can help others make sense of my behavior.
Next, is a real life account of how we INTPs think and feel.
1. I miss details all the time that frustrate me and others.
2. I get bored quickly with boring un-stimulating stuff, so I uncontrollably and unsparingly zone out. Thinking: ”This meeting is boring.” Cue cow chewing cud in brain: I’m processing a more fascinating subject in my mind, in other words.
3. I am always, always, always, ALWAYS misunderstood. Ugh!
This little thing is so messy. Here he just finished consuming a doggie treat. He doesn’t look so happy in this image. But oh well.
I put a sweater on him and he doesn’t seem to mind it.
I am a natural-born minimalist. But somewhere along the way, distraction cluttered this ability. It is high time I unearth it and rejuvenate my God-given unconventionality to be the minimalist that I am.
So, I have been working toward changes that will increase my strengths and decrease the impact of my weaknesses. Slowly but surely I have been re-implementing a minimalist lifestyle as best I can, maintaining greater mental peace, physical clarity in my living space and embracing the apparent impossibility of completely removing my digital footprint from the grid (internet). I am changing the things I can change, and handing to God the things I cannot change, but still want changed.
These have been my unspoken goals, until now for self improvement:
- Turn off my smart phone notifications. (Complete.)
- Read/Answer personal and work email only twice each day. (Implemented.) I have coworkers that break their very fingers to check their emails constantly. I will let the whole system come crashing down before I do such nonsense. I check my email, acknowledge a few and move on. What I get done is what was meant to be done based on my list of priorities.
- Complete 1-2 minute projects immediately. (Implemented.) This is a goal to help me make continuous headway into the mundane daily tasks in my life that I hate, too often due to a lack of intellectual stimulation in some way.
- Remove physical clutter. (In Progress.) The busy day-to-day behaviors I have exhibited for myself have caused my living space to look as if a hoarder is squatting in my home. This is changing.
- Remove and organize visible, distracting digital clutter. (Implemented.)
- Accept and accentuate my personal rhythms. (In progress.) I have a uniquely peculiar view on life due to my unique personality type (INTP). I have a inwardly concise way of processing information, and thereby lends me to odd inner and outer coping mechanisms for stress. Further, as a person with such an acute ability to focus, I unfortunately unaware absent-mindedly and inevitably overlook the practical things of my life . So I find that I must build simple to elaborate organizational systems to compensate for the basic aspects of my life that become invisible to me, or I forget quickly and easily.
- Establish a healthy morning routine. (In progress.) At present my morning routine is the least synchronous part of my day.
- Cancel cable/unplug television. (Completed.) Today I watched my last movie and television show at home. I admit that doing this is difficult, but it must happen. I set a goal to read more books than I have read in all my past years combined. Truth be told, I am an autodidact so long as their is genuine interest in a subject. So I will often read for the mere sake of learning. However, I will still hit the movie theater, while television will remain off now.
- Keep a to-do list. (Implemented, but needs improvement.)
- Care less of what other people think. (Implemented.) I normally have little interest for most opinions as it is, especially dubious unsubstantiated, illogical, and/or emotionally-driven statements, rants, or truth-claims. Let us be composed and reason with all our faculties in tact and avoid vomiting more foolishness into this world with our tongues–me above all must seek to make this happen in my behavior.
In regards to this list, I quite naturally want to begin to live with fewer possessions, keep journaling, spend time alone with God, always seeking inspiration, and take time to pause and reflect upon my motives in order to keep them in check. My time and resources are a commodity I cannot afford to lose any longer to social media, entertainment, and frivolous material indulgences. Also, I am learning to respectfully say no to people and to cancel engagements (short and long-term) that bring unnecessary additional complication to my life.
As a person who has already begun the journey of really understanding one’s self–personality and character flaws alike–these are steps that I believe are the right direction for me.
by David Moore
At a time when the voices have become too much,
My ears become filled with longings of space;
The gravity of voices made of hurts; my past and my present weigh upon me.
What do I long for? Quiet silence and separation.
Suspended are the breathless rushes;
The voices with their wants, intents, commands and ultimatums.
I am suspended now floating above it all.
A giant ball of an inharmonic crashing, perpetually.
The cacophony of a innumerable orchestral siren, of percussion beats and crashing metals.
Repeatedly they break the oneness of my mind and heart, then dash my soul into pieces.
Invaded, my mind is perplexed with ebbs of discordant lips, my heart I can feel corroded with anguish.
First, a soloist’s painful bows against the strings of my heart.
Then a tutti call from the one brings in a torrent more of emergent voices;
Shrill voices that ache my mind and chill my spine. As a consequence, fire burns in my eyes and on my tongue with wit of the Samurai’s sword.
I am provoked by the voices who shout, ”When? How? Why? Come! Go! Do! Be! Now! More! Faster!”
Stop! Screams of stop! My voice rises out of my spirit.
Cries for help in guttural tones vibrate beneath the atoms in me.
No one seems to notice. And no one seems to care.
I will stop and grieve… Silent sobs.
But the horns. Oh ominous horns hail the measures yet to come;
Of nauseating banshie winds, sounds of time and half time filled with fools worth of pennies in decisions by twelve less two, and whose voices are so high and unseen.
But ever speaking, cold hard commands incessantly pummel my body.
Piercing flute ideas and boredom-bassooning drones work.
The beat of an insidious and diabolical nature, however, I see in it all.
“Wake up!” I plead to me and others. ”We have lost sight of the true cause.”
“We have confused abundant work and ideas for joy, that in truth earns us only a penny wage and has enslaved us all! We are dying without knowledge of our true condition. Wake up before there is no room for further decision.”
My mind’s ways are ragged and ravaged with suspenseful fear of the unknown.
Who is so just to stop and hear?
They all say, “On this slippery mud-slope we will slip.
And at the bottom we will drink our lot, stay drunk and trip.”
“Drones! Drones!” I shout. At this my heart and soul quake in hopelessness.
In the dark I plead within:
“Above, above I wish to be.
Oh, please fear, I beg you, set me free.”
The gravity of all that is expressed,
My life dear God is in distress.
Where can I run but through the skies?
I must stop to make known all of my cries.
“Oh God of mercy, Lord of light,
Shine your love into this night.
Make my heart and mind your home;
Set up in me your word and throne.
Heal my wounds and hurts within;
Extinguish my anger and fear-filled sin
Soothe my mind with your spirit’s peace,
Loose the sin-bound chains within me.
Give me wisdom for just this day,
To guide me to follow you in all your ways.
Thank you Jesus for your power,
Your might and your compassion this very hour.
Give me rest please, now with your burden,
The gravity of which I have heard,
In truth, your grace pulls still through the fray.
I know I can trust you along the way.
Thank you, thank you!
Is all I have left to say now.
Good night, be still my soul.
Your voice, dear Father, I ask be my only sound.