Somebody finally put this into words
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@intpdiary
Somebody finally put this into words
“I have approximate answers, and possible beliefs, and different degrees of certainty about different things, but I’m not absolutely sure of anything.”
— Richard Feynman (via themindmovement)
At age 23, Tina Fey was working at a YMCA. At age 23, Oprah was fired from her first reporting job. At age 24, Stephen King was working as a janitor and living in a trailer.
At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school. At age 28, J.K. Rowling was a suicidal single parent living on welfare.
At age 28, Wayne Coyne ( from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook. At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter. At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker. At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs. Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 39, and got her own cooking show at age 51. Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didn’t get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40. Stan Lee didn’t release his first big comic book until he was 40. Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career to pursue acting at age 42. Samuel L. Jackson didn’t get his first movie role until he was 46.
Morgan Freeman landed his first movie role at age 52. Kathryn Bigelow only reached international success when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57. Grandma Moses didn’t begin her painting career until age 76. Louise Bourgeois didn’t become a famous artist until she was 78. Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You aren’t a failure because you haven’t found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, it’s okay if you don’t even know what your dream is yet. Even if you’re flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where you’ll end up tomorrow. Never tell yourself you’re too old to make it.
Never tell yourself you missed your chance.
Never tell yourself that you aren’t good enough.
You can do it. Whatever it is.
This is so worth reblogging!
Thank you!
Australian comedian Jim Jefferies points out the ridiculousness of American pro-gun arguments. x x
Welp
“Opposites attract” should be reserved for like “she’s messy and he’s neat!” Not like “she’s supportive and he’s a soul-sucking toxic person!”
I have never reblogged anything so fast
Opposites attract should be reserved for the Jake and Amy’s of the world not the Ross and Rachel’s.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
This how we dismissing negativity in 2018
When I wanted to do art for a living
I had a hard time letting go of my mental health issues, I was afraid of growing in some sense, because whatever I had then, I believed, was the source of my creativity. As an INTP but also as myself, I usually am a very flexible person and I need change once in a while just like everybody else. When I wanted to do art for a living, I was afraid of any other activity. I couldn’t think about alternatives. Make a plan. Evaluate myself and my abilities in a more complex way. Not being able to have an art career, because creating is actually not my strong suit broke my heart. I felt like all my life I’ve been lying to myself. Been blind and stupid. And lemme tell you, feeling stupid is an INTP’s kryptonite. It brought me down for weeks and weeks, as I realized I lacked the persistent need to create art.
Ready for a financial glo-up
Another one
I have a trainee spot at the company I am currently working for. I have a ticket to infinity war. I made out with the prettiest girl. I’m baked as a cake. I have the apartment for myself. I honestly couldn’t be happier right now.
I just accidentally invented a new idiom, maybe?
“Licking a tree & hoping for maple syrup.”
aka “A attempt at resolving/achieving something with less effort than is required for success, & a high probability of it proving merely futile & faintly unpleasant’
I can support this as a turn of phrase.
I think you’ve really tapped into something here.
Dr. Wongs Monologue from the Pickle Rick Episode of Rick and Morty is every INTP’s wet dream:
“Rick, the only connection between your unquestionable intelligence and the sickness destroying your family is that everyone in your family, you included, use intelligence to justify sickness. You seem to alternate between viewing your own mind as an unstoppable force, and as an inescapable curse. And I think it’s because the only truly unapproachable concept for you is that it’s your mind within your control. You chose to come here. You chose to talk, to belittle my vocation, just as you chose to become a pickle. You are the master of your own universe. And yet you are dripping with rat blood and feces. Your enormous mind literally vegetating by your own hand. I have no doubt you would be bored senseless by therapy. The same way i’m bored when I brush my teeth and wipe my ass. Because the thing about repairing, maintaining, and cleaning is: it’s not an adventure. There’s no way to do it so wrong you might die. It’s just work. And the bottom line is: some people are okay going to work and some people… well, some people would rather die. Each of us gets to choose.”
Dream? More like every toxic xNTP’s worst nightmare. She’s telling him he’s bad the way he is and his knowledge isn’t an excuse to keep being that way as many people, especially xNTPs I’ve come across, can be.
I was actually talking about the execution, the insight itself. Because it is very accurately what many xNTPs feel, I know that. Trivial tasks are not easy, for a lot of people. But to pick up your point (kind of): I don’t think she’s wrong. I also think she’s not telling him that he’s bad; she is stating facts. She tells him that what he does, may be product of his intellect (and the boredom that grows within it’s context), but the lack of such in literally everybody else causes trauma. If you are like Rick, I do understand that the concept of irreversible consequences is foreign to you. But not everybody can endure the emotional journey from self-produced apocalyptic doom BACK to every day life like he does. Because he’s the only one who always knows that it’s going to be fine, because he has the knowledge. I think she provides him with a perspective, that he never had to think about. And as an INTP I do think this explanation is a dream, because it gives you a detailed and understanding perspective on how your own misanthropic, nihilistic world view can affect the lives of the ones closest to you. And it made me listen.
you know what i want?? a representation of the seven deadly sins where for once lust isnt the only woman and is instead a horny friendzone dudebro
holy shit
A frat house of deadly sins:
Lust, the guy who hits on everyone regardless of whether or not they seem inclined to reciprocate, also known as the guy who considers his own pleasure the endgame of any encounter, consistently failing to give a shit about other people’s comfort or satisfaction;
Gluttony, the guy who overindulges in everything regardless of whether or not it was offered in moderation or offered out of politeness, also known as the guy who’s always high off other people’s weed and drunk off other people’s beer, consistently failing to respect the unspoken standards of politeness;
Greed, the guy who lays claim to every object of ambiguous origin left behind after a party, also known as the guy who hoards things he’s fully aware he’ll never use before they expire or will simply never use at all, consistently failing to demonstrate an awareness of the basic concept of sharing;
Sloth, the guy who only demonstrates any agency when the possibility of getting someone else to do his work for him arises, also known as the guy who will actually expend more energy trying to get out of making a basic effort than the basic effort itself would have required, consistently failing to do much of anything;
Wrath, the guy who finds a way to pick a fight with anyone nearby regardless of the circumstances, also known as the guy who’s formed an elaborate system of self-justifications to excuse his violent behaviours rather than attempt to curb his temper, consistently failing to take responsibility for his actions;
Envy, the only nice guy in the house, also known as the guy who thinks the world and everyone in it owes him something regardless of whether or not he’s done anything to deserve it, consistently failing to recognize that basic acts of human decency do not entitle him to the regard and attentions of others;
and Pride, the guy whose stories keep getting longer every time you hear them, also known as the guy who can’t stand not to be the centre of attention and who only starts conversations with others in the interests of talking about himself, consistently failing to take into account the fact that literally no one likes a person who feels compelled to engage everyone around them in constant games of self-congratulatory one-upmanship.
They are insiduous people, these frat brothers, primarily because you know people exactly like them and could never quite put your finger on why they’re so goddamned infuriating.
the sons of the white suburban moms of the apocalypse
the white suburban moms of the apocalypse:
war: stands up at the pta meeting to remind everyone evolution is just a theory and shouldn’t be taught in science class
famine: invited you over for dinner but everything’s vegan and gluten-free
pestilence: didn’t vaccinate her fucking kids and now the whole neighborhood’s got measles
death: on the way to sign her divorce papers and you just put regular instead of sugar-free syrup in her half-caf no whip caramel latte
Person: Am I right?
INTP: I'm almost certain you're not, but to be fair I wasn't listening.
I may not have gone where I intend to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.