Im student totally obsessed with the concept of self and otherness, and in very many ways this defines me, though also you do you realize it or not ?! So that i was first grasped by mbti and later socionics to base myself and my identity to a silly description that i felt giving my life and myself a character that i could build on and chose the wise path towards future.
From a tool it very soon evolved from an interest to fixation, and object of more attention than my life, and also my life revolved around the object of understanding myself, which also projected my outer manifestation out to prod and test the creatures of our world, and theyr fit in these sets i was given. You know when human gets obsessed with stuff, and gets its most pleasure from a single thing, but nevertheless needs new stimulation to escape boredom (thats what life essentially is enlarging,moving and dynamic) I got a need to test new hypotheses for what type i could be, (concious or unconcious) nevertheless, when i started testing for another type, my schemes of the types, for i had studied it very much, made me act like the type. Adopt its way of thought and soon the manners followed. So i kept chaning my type also doubting the whole system (am i an anomaly? or is it just that human psyche cant be captured to these schemes) , but there was one possibility, which was the enfj, for they are know get lost in theyr characters and thoughts about themselves wholeheartedly.
Im very much of proscrastinator, i have much schoolwork to do, but instead i surf the net reading about personality, and addition to that im also an impulsive eater (low self control) even though i have system of thought about being vegetarian and heating healthy to better myself and be examplary and leading a life of continence. Im nevertheles very easily by external situation made to react in a way that i get totally taken away by the impulse and instict, which is why i tend to avoid places where such things could happen. If you have any questions please ask, i will clear this mess of text, but i will need specific answers. I allways write in a very passionate way, and i feel like if i stop to critically examine the work i do, it
really feels like a rape.. Lets have a dialectic exchange of interpretions till we get to the synthesis where our understanding has transformed to beautyfull whole.