
Originally Posted by
Ezra
When I was a kid in primary school (this is school between 5-11yrs old), I was emotionally fucked over, multiple times, by one kid called Josh. He'd have this push-pull relationship going on with me, and because of his family problems, and because I admired certain aspects of him, he knew he had someone to hang around with. Whenever I tried to express any level of independence from him, he used emotional tactics and games to draw me to him; make me feel guilty, play with other kids (including my brother), and I had no defence against him; I was just an innocent kid getting so hurt every time that it would have profound detriment on me as a person later in life. This was pure psychological warfare, and I was totally oblivious to it. My mother would often explain this to me, but I just couldn't listen. I was too drawn to this guy. This went on for years, until I began to gain independence from him. I didn't play his shitty games, and if he fucked me off, he was alone, or with worse company.
When high school came along, he'd practically vanished from my concerns; he was no longer a strong force in life. I was the force. However, emotionally, I was still not that hardened. For two or three years, I endured a lot of physical fighting with a fair few people. I'm not showing off when I say I probably had the most fights in the school. I was what you'd call physically weak in the playground hierarchy. I was challenged by a guy who often got bullied, and every time we fought, it was either a draw (that is, no one could prove superior strength) or I would beat him and then before he had a chance to come back at me, fifty people would pile on top of him. It was pure male aggression; perhaps my first real experience of it. One time, and I certainly don't feel proud of it, I actually walked up to this guy and kicked his head while he was still down. Completely dishonourable. Another time when I was in stalemate, this guy started crying because he'd lost all crowd support. He wanted to shake hands and I, with compassion, shook hands. I didn't give a shit what the crowd wanted. I knew what was right at that time. He had lost his will, and I had already won. There was no need to continue.
I encountered this guy in Year 10 (14-15yrs old), an SLE probably 7w8, who was in my maths and science classes. Rather than see someone who used to make me cry about the simplest things, I see him as my mentor, in a way. Now, I know my path in life is better than his. He certainly couldn't mentor me for shit any more. But at this time, he would say "I'm joking!" when he saw it had had an adverse impact on me. But he could successfully make me feel downtrodden every time. It is around him that I feel my Se developed and matured. But as I said, if I went back and visited him, I'd probably be looking down at him from a superior position.
When college (16-18yrs old) came, my shell had practically hardened to the state it is now. No one could touch me emotionally. In fact, I would touch them emotionally. Often in a bad way. I would do the same thing the SLE 7w8 did to me in school, but to other people. I suddenly realised I was coming from how he thought back then, and realised that maybe what he did was as a result of the way he was brought up. People had to remind me that not everyone is as hardened as I. I realised that I'd be like everyone if not for this shit that happened to me in high school. Now, in university, when people take the piss, I just find it funny. My mind works in a completely different way from how it did. The jokes that once would destroy me inside now just make me laugh. I haven't experienced what I did as a kid for a long, long time.
However, not all my traits have arisen from environmental factors. Although I grew up in an area where fighting was commonplace (no, not the ghetto, but just more fighting than the typical white, middle class might experience), and I had to listen to idiots shout "MAN OR MOUSE? THAT'S WHAT IT COMES DOWN TO" to make some kid fight, and face mean motherfuckers who liked to bully people five years younger than them). There have always been inherent traits in me that have been there for as long as I can remember. Throughout my childhood, I had this leadership-based spirit. I'd often rally my friends and/or my brothers friends together, and have massive wars, which would have to play out as I dictated; that is, we had to wear separate clothes and people had to die properly and realistically if we were using toy guns. I'd often use stones, and could encourage them to do so, but sometimes I'd go "too far" in their eyes, and make one of them cry or something, so normally we had to stick to pine cones and sticks. Water fights were always great. This roughness was inherent within me; I was full of enthusiasm and gusto, so much so that I was considered as the kind of "bad ass" kid who was a shitty influence on their kids (they would often scold me or whatever).
I'm big on justice. There is often made the distinction between a One's sense of justice and an Eight's sense of justice. Ones rationalise it; Eights have a visceral response to it. I can think of a few instances of this. When I was in high school, I saw a kid being picked on by a group of others, and I got this huge feeling inside me, strided over and said "what the fuck are you doing? Get off him" to these kids. They did leave him, and if they didn't my impulse would have destroyed one of them, which wouldn't have been good because these kids were little Year 7s. One injustice I will never forget is when I went to a kid's party and this bitch accused me of wiping snot in her ice-cream. They told my mum, I got home, and my dad said "DID YOU DO IT?". When I said "no", he smacked me. I kept saying no. In any case, I never wanted to hurt anyone; I just wanted to have fun and up the ante in a fight to make it more exciting. I always ended up being "too much" though. Live large and excessive was how I did it, and people couldn't appreciate this. I have nothing but hateful feelings for the whore that claimed this shit, nor the bitch who told my mother about the incident, nor the fact that my father could commit such shit.
Another thing I've always been in pursuit of is the truth. I hate liars, and I've never lied. I may conceal the truth, but the occasion for this rarely arises. I have an innate problem with bullshitting people and with lying. It's as bad as trying to manipulate someone, and I can instantly pick up when some little bitch is attempting to sugar talk me so that they can get something from me, but this might have more to do with Se than with my being an Eight. Another point that is worth making concerns my expansiveness and imposition of will on others. I tend to believe that if someone is not making the right choice in life, I can make it for them. This is what I get in trouble for from others when they believe I think I'm right about their life choices.
Because of the way I've been brought up, financially, I have this strong drive in me to make sure I have all I need. I come from a pretty poor background, and thus I'm driven to accumulate money (hence why I want to become a lawyer). I am so concerned about the funds I have. Often, my mind is a calculator ("where do I need to put my energies? Do I have enough money to spread across going out for a drink tonight with friends, buying lunch tomorrow and being able to afford washing at the end of the week?"). I'm very materialistic, but only to the extent that I get what I need. I don't go overboard in my materialism as the Seven does, but rather I'm concerned about the bare necessities, and how I will achieve gaining said necessities. (Necessities will often spread into film and music, because I see music and film as a huge part of my life.)
My whole life is laid out before me (by myself - I wouldn't want anyone else do it for me), so that I am guaranteed to "survive" as such. I know exactly where I'm getting the funds to complete the GDL and LPC, and I have back up plans for this. I'm on my way to finding out what kind of law I want to do, and what firms I want to work for, and I don't even need to start thinking about this for another year. I plan to have kids, and I'm going to save up for their universities, so that - heaven forbid - they need not concern themselves with how they're going to eat for the next week. (No doubt prices will have risen, too. I want to give them the best opportunities in life.) Essentially, those who I take under my wing I look after. I'm constantly concerned about what my brother is going to do in life; I don't want to see him ending up as a bum. If he doesn't have the qualifications, he is going to fuck about all his life. I'm forceful with him because I want the best for him. I want him to be able to succeed in the world in which lives, as I am going to do.