Socionics is a prison. Like anything human beings try to create, however well-intentioned- they always make a prison, a way of locking something in, one small spec of reality and milking that for all its worth.
It may seem like you have to stay wherever you are. That you are just such and such type and accept that. But that's just nonsense that's crazy. If I believed that, I'd still be that scared insecure little boy that pushed himself against the wall and tortured himself mentally. That invited all those sick people into his life because I didn't realize how much control and power and influence I really had.
Other people, everybody- you don't realize how crazy they are man. Including me. But now I can see outside of myself. I can see the big picture, for a brief snapshot in time (I may lose this in the morning) so right now, sit down shut up and listen to me. Other people, you see, they want you to act and be a certain way (due to their own weaknesses, natch), they want you to get some sort of confidence or self-assuredness from saying 'Okay I'm an isfp' because they get some comfort from processes you that way. They think you're looking at the world in a better way. That you're finding your true self. But are you? No, not really. Because you always have more questions about this shit. And it's great that we're questioning. But let's synthesize all this '2 grannies shopping at a modern electronics store' that we do. Let's find an answer. This answer will bring about more questions if you let it. More sissy pathways that go into endless sunrays of stories and novels and worlds and chapters and theatrical plays. But it's an answer. A raw, masculine ANSWER.
Here is the answer, chil'run. As a shaman- I'm telling you, that everybody can be all types, and be all things, and go everywheres. Human potential is well limitless. You can easily see a little bit of yourself in every type (People that aren't crazy and are actually thinking CORRECTLY can) So then as we ascend, we look down and see socionics for what it truly is.
Maybe it wanted to liberate people. It was a start. It wanted to find the answer. But listen. Some stupid russian bitch that couldn't get a date with anybody, that wanted love- but didn't want to TRY to do anything, like 99% of people who think too much, like 99.5% of people on this fucking planet, she just wasted away developing a system that although is true (in a very disjointed, disconnected way) was making her hide herself from all the love and joy that she was meant to experience. When she croaked, when she died I think she got to feel all those feelings that she wanted to want. But we can invite it in more and more as we live.
It's riding hotel elevators late and night up and down till you can't stop. It's seeing the small beauty in things. It's entering an abandon warehouse and seeing two really hot studs fucking suddenly, when you haven't saw or experienced any gay sex in 7 years. The raw thrill of that overwhelms you. And you can't fight it. You become who you truly are: Dust that's connected with more dust. Because that's all we ever are. You are just 'somethings.' And it's so wonderful and amazing how many little things we make because we realize that we are a 'something.' But that's all you are. That is the answer. The notions and perceptions and categorizations you have about things are interesting. But please understand how limiting they are.
Keep 'getting out of prison' every day. Do something every day that makes you feel like you just got out of prison.