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Socioscope EIE via WikiSocion
"You think you know me? You've not even begun to understand me!"
Hamlet is the most mystically-inclined type in the socion. It only seems that he lives here upon this culpable, sinful earth. In actuality he lives more fully in his own inner, spiritual world.
[I have an imaginary world that is pretty much impossible for me to describe. It IS this world, for the most part, but it has a different light to it; in my mind it's similar to an acid trip. Everything is construed with me as the "main character," and everything happens to me for a REASON, everything has special significance, everything has a purpose or a role or a special quality; sometimes I feel like I'm writing my own novel in my head, and every day is a new chapter in the life of me. My room isn't just a white room with white walls and a white bed with white sheets; it's my sanctuary, it's my little meditative center of the universe, my base of operations from which I launch my expeditions into the world in order to return and maintain my mothership. My sheets aren't just white; they are clean; light spills onto them from the window behind them and I feel myself laying there, cool and comfortable, happy and safe, even when I sit here in my chair. My walls aren't just bare white; they are glowing with presence; they hold the secrets of the meditations and mental masturbations and masochistic rituals and manic rants that occur between them. My shoes aren't just scattered on the floor; they represent the last few times that I have come in after work or a bike ride, too tired or frustrated or enveloped in my own thoughts to straighten them, a signifier of what has come to pass and what it says about me as a person. My chair doesn't just have patches and rips; one whole arm is still upholstered in black leather, but the other, when it began to peel significantly, was stripped completely, revealing the grainy off-white fabric wrapped around the plastic-sealed cushioning, and now my arm rests are the yin and yang of my moments spent here at the computer, a constant reminder of my need for balance. The trees in my back yard are not simply trees; they are trees with vines that make them look like some mysterious gateway to the wild, and the branches are places I have climbed and sat and contemplated life and what the hell is going on, or places I might climb next time I feel restless, or reminders of the trees I have climbed and enjoyed. My life is a myth; if it wasn't, it wouldn't be worth living.]
If we look at things on the ordinary, everyday level, then before us will appear simply a nervous person who (clumsily) drops everything. But this level, a level which is extremely annoying to him, only to a small degree reflects the true nature of the EIE.
In ancient China there was a curse: "May you live in interesting times." Indeed, cultural disturbances, wars, revolutions, and other critical epochs are interesting only when you read about them or see them portrayed in films. However, to actually live during such times -- this is a bane to all.
That is, to all except the ethical-intuitive extravert.
And this is no coincidence. Indeed, the EIE considers colorful, dramatic, romantic emotions the most significant assets of his soul...He is always internally primed to act on impulse, to succumb to mutinous desires.Outwardly he is usually calm and placid, but beneath the surface he is constantly seething. He possesses rich imagination. He involves himself with all that is beautiful and particularly mysterious.
I simply cannot live if there is no purpose, if I am to sit idly without any obstacles to overcome.
Anyone, even fleeting, he attempts to return a feeling up to the end.
[I used to be a big fan of the phrase "Better to be hatefully remembered than forgotten," and I have been known to say that I just want people to remember me, to be imprinted in their minds.]
Semitones, the life of half-strength; dull, vapid feelings -- these are almost a crime to him.
[I had a feeling of similarity with BLauritson on this one a day or two ago...when I was a senior in high school I decided that experiencing emotion intensely was the most important thing in the world.] Either all or nothing
In all of his life fire and ice war within his soul -- but his heat does not warm, but rather burns, and his cold does not cool, but freezes instead.
The rebellious spirit of the EIE requires the blessing of God. Most likely, it was for the possession and were fighting the forces of good and evil. Unfortunately, with mixed results...If Hamlet does not feel the presence of a higher power, it starts to seem to him that his life is incomplete. Therefore he listens with fixed, rapt attention to the entirety of strange, unusual, and mysterious occurances happening around him -- and suddenly the long-awaited sign of God's prompt? And if this is true, what exactly does He want from him? How to find the truth?
[As much as the side of me that wants to appear to both myself and others as a rational, intelligent person HATES it, I have felt, for all my life, that it would be a waste to live without some higher purpose, to come to earth and never leave any impact.
An excerpt from my journal: "The pieces of me that inhale most deeply and truly to the depths of my soul wait with baited breath for the moment that some greater purpose in service of those I love and the world at large chooses the proper time to reveal itself to me that I may finally have lived for something worth living for." EIE?]
Meanwhile EIE at any age does not transfer supporting parts, does not like to submit. Prefers to be the ideological leader among the comrades. It externally imperceptibly tightens to itself(himself) suitable people with whom it would like to deal.
[With only one exception I have always been the ringleader amongst people I consider "friends," and I feel it as my duty to embody the similarities that I see as our "focus" as a group of friends (for example at school in my little druggyverse I made sure that I smoked more weed than anyone, could drink beer faster, rolled fatter, nicer blunts than anyone, had the best room setup for hanging out, took as many or more hits of acid or grams of mushrooms or pills of ecstasy than anyone else, did hard drugs more often than anyone else, etc...I guess I'm just "that guy." I possibly got as much enjoyment from being the center of attention and thinking of myself as their "leader" as I did from doing the drugs themselves.]
Hamlet shrouds every person who falls into his field of vision in an invisible cloak under which they unwittingly become guinea pigs, deprived of any opportunity to defend themselves.
[lmao, so true...everyone in my life is a guinea pig for Socionics: I see how they react when I make attempts at "using" difference functions, poking and prodding their weak points, trying to get them to like me or provoke a certain reaction...it's like my hobby.]
He does not like it, for example, then they inquire after his health and spirits.
This alarms me. If they pursue this, then it would be desirable to [fill a muzzle|gag them].
Everyday life and food for Hamlet is a responsbility with he would gladly shift onto someone else. If he has to assume it nonetheless, then he tries to manage with the extreme minimum of affairs.
He attentively relates to the impression that his appearances makes on his surroundings. He believes that he must look attractive, [to be always be at height (at his peak?)|always look his best]. He prefers classical but stylish clothes [...] He likes to apply extravagant accessories. The colors in clothing and cosmetics are mainly bright and catchy.
[Heh...as I once told a friend, "I'm either matched from underwear to shoelaces, or I look like a mess"]
To achieve the, can use strong enough means, for example - threat of suicide. Is better will cool emotions confidence of associates that this " romantic tragedy " actually not so witty joke; here important precisely to sustain the necessary tone and to not overdo.
[lmao...when I got accepted to private school and my parents informed me that I would be going, I took my acceptance letter, lit it on fire, yelled at them, and stormed to my room and locked the door. Good times.]
Constant doubts and indecision do not allow to develop to the full to its strong-willed qualities. At the same time, if there is a concrete and significant purpose for it, EIE to not stop. Itself EIE the purpose to itself does not put, it searches external filling of the life by sense and the maintenance.
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She's great like that, but often I feel like we only said things to one another that intensified the rageness and made it worse than it had to be, although in the end I guess it all worked out; we're still as close as could be (sometimes I wish my Dad and I could rage on each other like that, lol...).
also occurs to me as particularly 7ish.
