Hg(CNO) 2.2
2001-07-15 09:43:27 (UTC)


"The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep."

- Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

2:55 - sunday morning - have decided my internal clock
is perpetually, prodigiously, and profoundly backwards.
insomnia is not very productive... i mean, if you drink a
lot of caffeine and have a touch of OCD you might
employ your inner-zombie to menial chores such as
mass ironing or souffle baking - tasks that are possibly
purposeful yet much too mundane to attempt in a state of full
consciousness. i have opted to be vile and slothy and
completely counter-productive, however.

i have taken on-line personality tests.

sigh at my demonstration of self-reflective tendencies,
but the excuse i put forth to such weary conflictions is
that the inclusion of the results is mainly for reference.
that this entire journal is no different than a travel-logue of
who i was, am, and will be - an odyssey (ODDesty)
more complex than any adaptation mr. coen himself
could contrive.

without further ado, i now paste forth the Keirsey
Temperament Theory results (drumroll,please)...
INFPs never seem to lose their sense of wonder. One
might say they see life through rose-colored glasses.
It's as though they live at the edge of a looking-glass
world where mundane objects come to life, where flora
and fauna take on near-human qualities.

INFP children often exhibit this in a 'Calvin and Hobbes'
fashion, switching from reality to fantasy and back
again. With few exceptions, it is the NF child who readily
develops imaginary playmates (as with Anne of Green
Gables's "bookcase girlfriend"--h er own reflection) and
whose stuffed animals come to life like the Velveteen
Rabbit and the Skin Horse:

"...Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair
has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get
loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things
don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't
be ugly, except to people who don't understand..." (the
Skin Horse)

INFPs have the ability to see good in almost anyone or
anything. Even for the most unlovable the INFP is one to
have pity.

Rest you, my enemy,
Slain without fault,
Life smacks but tastelessly
Lacking your salt!
Stuck in a bog whence naught
May catapult me,
Come from the grave, long-sought,
Come and insult me!."
--(Steven Vincent Benet, Elegy for an Enemy)

Their extreme depth of feeling is often hidden, even
from themselves, until circumstances evoke an
impassioned response:

"I say, Queequeg! Why don't you speak? It's I--Ishmael."
But all remained still as before. ... Something must
have happened. Apoplexy!
... And running up after me, she caught me as I was
again trying to force open the door. ... "Have to burst it
open," said I, and was running down the entry a little, for
a good start, when the landlady caught me, again
vowing I should not break down her premises; but I tore
from her, and with a sudden bodily rush dashed myself
full against the mark."--(Melville, Moby Dick)

Of course, not all of life is rosy, and INFPs are not
exempt from the same disappointments and
frustrations common to humanity. As INTPs tend to
have a sense of failed competence, INFPs struggle
with the issue of their own ethical perfection, e.g., perfo
rmance of duty for the greater cause. An INFP friend
describes the inner conflict as not good versus bad, but
on a grand scale, Good vs. Evil. Luke Skywalker in Star
Wars depicts this conflict in his struggle between the
two sides of "The Force." Although the dark side must
be reckoned with, the INFP believes that good
ultimately triumphs.

Some INFPs have a gift for taking technical information
and putting it into layman's terms. Brendan Kehoe's
Zen and the Art of the Internet is one example of this
"de-jargoning" talent in action.

Functional Analysis

INFPs live primarily in a rich inner world of introverted
Feeling. Being inward-turning, the natural attraction is
away from world and toward essence and ideal. This
introversion of dominant Feeling, receiving its data from
extraverted intuition, must be the source of the quixotic
nature of these usually gentle beings. Feeling is caught
in the approach- avoidance bind between concern both
for people and for All Creatures Great and Small, and a
psycho-magnetic repulsion from the same. The
"object," be it homo sapiens or a mere representation
of an organism, is valued only to the degree that the
object contains some measure of the inner Essence or
greater Good. Doing a good deed, for example, may
provide intrinsic satisfaction which is only secondary to
the greater good of striking a blow against Man's
Inhumanity to Mankind.

Extraverted intuition faces outward, greeting the world
on behalf of Feeling. What the observer usually sees is
creativity with implied good will. Intuition spawns this
type's philosophical bent and strengthens pattern
perception. It combines as auxiliary with introverted
Feeling and gives rise to unusual skill in both character
development and fluency with language--a sound basis
for the development of literary facility. If INTPs aspire to
word mechanics, INFPs would be verbal artists.

Sensing is introverted and often invisible. This stealth
function in the third position gives INFPs a natural
inclination toward absent- mindedness and
other-worldliness, however, Feeling's strong people
awareness provides a balancing, mitigating effect. This
introverted Sensing is somewhat categorical, a
subdued version of SJ sensing. In the third position,
however, it is easily overridden by the stronger

The INFP may turn to inferior extraverted Thinking for
help in focusing on externals and for closure. INFPs
can even masquerade in their ESTJ business suit, but
not without expending considerable energy. The
inferior, problematic nature of Extraverted Thinking is its
lack of context and proportion. Single impersonal facts
may loom large or attain higher priority than more
salient principles which are all but overlooked.

Famous INFPs:

Mary, mother of Jesus
St. John, the beloved disciple
St. Luke; physician, disciple, author
William Shakespeare, bard of Avon
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Evangeline)
A. A. Milne (Winnie the Pooh)
Laura Ingalls Wilder (Little House on the Prairie)
Helen Keller, deaf and blind author
Carl Rogers, reflective psychologist, counselor
Dick Clark (American Bandstand)
Donna Reed, actress (It's a Wonderful Life)
Jacqueline Kennedy Onasis
Neil Diamond, vocalist
Tom Brokaw, news anchor
James Herriot (All Creatures Great and Small)
Annie Dillard (Pilgrim at Tinker Creek)
James Taylor, vocalist
Julia Roberts, actress (Conspiracy Theory, Pretty
Woman) Scott Bakula (Quantum Leap)
Terri Gross (PBS's "Fresh Air")
Amy Tan (author of The Joy-Luck Club, The Kitchen
God's Wife)
John F. Kennedy, Jr.
Lisa Kudrow ("Phoebe" of Friends)
Fred Savage ("The Wonder Years")

Fictional INFPs:
Anne (Anne of Green Gables))
Calvin (Calvin and Hobbes)
Deanna Troi (Star Trek - The Next Generation)
Wesley Crusher (Star Trek - The Next Generation)
Doctor Julian Bashir (Star Trek: Deep Space 9)
Bastian (The Neverending Story)
E.T.: the ExtraTerrestrial
Doug Funny, Doug cartoons
Tommy, Rug Rats cartoons
Rocko, Rocko's Modern Life cartoons

Copyright © 1996-1999 by J.B.

in ref. to list above
1. i think the fact that i fall in a subtype w/ mary, mother
of jesus, from the enormously metapohorical and
machoschistic fable so many live by, the bible, is rather
amusing. i, myself am agnostic but unoffensively so as
to not allow people to chose/conform to their own
beliefs would make me as hypocritical as the very
foundations those beliefs are set on. to be honest
though, i cannot be justly critical about anything that can
give someone hope, even in a placebo-effect sense...it
is hope that keeps us alive.
2. have been listening to "lonesome road" by james
taylor a lot this week, infact .
3. bastian and wesley crusher - i was infatuated with
both during my childhood. these were the ones i was
going to marry.
4. there are a lot more comments, actually, but it's sadly
evident just how "insightful" (muhaha) these reflections

i needed to take a hiedas from emotion, so i decided to
make this entry another sonambulistic sleepless
jack-in-the-box (the toy, not the evil empire) of restless,
hence diverse, amphigory. note to self: write
meaningful entry soon.

it's strange to be afraid to sleep (to dream)...