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dead account, I remember you, it's sweet to see you're back in our cathouse! I think EIE makes a lot more sense at the moment than even IEI, to be honest. There has always been something that, to me, felt off-tempo about being IEI, and I sort of embraced it as a surrogate-sociotype for the psychological abyss that I couldn't fill. I think that growing up in a town as lively as roadkill carcass had that effect on me. I led myself to believe that I am a social introvert because it extinguished and abolished any hope or expectation I had.
Except it didn't work like that. Desires and nature cannot be erased, only repressed. And the moment I self-exiled myself to university in a foreign country, between jagged hills and a new possibility of expression, I unleashed myself. I started being that someone who truly makes me whole. There was a blank canvas all around me, and I started to craft and paint the vision I truly had of myself, without the residue of limitations that I had back home.
Come think of it: I bitch and moan about not having enough human contact, constantly. I want to be adored, but how I go about this goal right now is a bit trickier. This quarantine has hit me harder than I would have imagined it would ever hit me. I have been constantly putting myself in situations that my 17-year old self wouldn't have imagined at the time. In that sense, I fractured my chrysalis.
But I still do not think I am a butterfly ; )
If you wish, I can refer you to Gulenko's full analysis of myself, or even my videos. I do not consider anything there personal enough for it to be stashed away for all eternity in shame. Perhaps in two to three years when I will log in to my YouTube channel and will have joined a Psychosophy cult that requires me to erase all ties to socionics, but until then, I do not see that happening.