Look at me! I’m about to make the most unoriginal and uninspired post you’ll read all day. Can you guess what I am going to say? Can you? Can you? I bet you can. Well here goes:
Socionics is a brilliant work of creative fiction, nothing more and nothing less. I say this not to criticize the Jungian pseudoscience. After all, everything we tell ourselves about ourselves is creative fiction. Like any juicy sci-fi novel, our stories are well enough grounded in reality and our subjective experiences thereof that we are able to connect, relate and absorb ourselves within their narratives. The best story tellers among us have a way of seeding their narratives in the minds of outsiders whence they take hold, spreading far and wide. Carl Jung was an excellent story teller, which is why, 100 after his death, we continue to incorporate his stories within our own.
Of course, that we are peddlers of tall-tales does not make of us liars. The stories we tell ourselves become our realities. If an objective reality exists beyond the confines of my awareness, I don’t imagine it’d be correct to treat it as though it were any more real than the perceptual universe in which I as an individual reside. Thus, as far as I am concerned, the only workable definition of dishonesty is one that is synonymous with hypocrisy. We lie when we attempt to plant in the minds of others stories that differs substantially from the ones we tell ourselves. Similarly, we lie to ourselves when we attempt to plant in our own minds stories that differ substantially from the ones we actually believe.
Many here have recently accused me of dishonesty. To that accusation I would reply that I try as hard as possible to be as honest as possible as often as possible with myself and with others in all significant respects. I do revise my internal narrative at a rate that many find unsettling. If you, dear listener, happen to be reading from a meta-script in which dynamically revising one’s internal script constitutes immorality, I’ll have you understand we are not on the same page. To misquote Charlie Darwin, “it is not he whose internal narrative is strongest or most intelligently drafted who survives. It is he whose narrative is most adaptable to change that survives.” Like all who love themselves and this universe we inhabit, I’m fighting for my survival the best way I know how. I’m sorry if my survival interferes with your own. I assure you I’m not assaulting your spirit out of cruelty or hatred, but unless you can adapt, the assault isn't going to stop.