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Yesterday morning, I got up. Amazing of its own, but not my whole point. I got up and went into the bathroom. I clicked on the light. flickaflickaflickaPOP was the sound from the light bulb as it burned out. click, click; click, click I toggled the switch to confirm the obvious.
I had no time to change the bulb. I leave little enough time to get dressed and ready as it is. I determined I would fix it when I got home tonight.
It was cool enough in my apartment that I decided I needed the bathroom door closed while I showered, so as to retain the heat. My shower is small, and I did okay in the dark.
Yesterday evening, I came home from work. I went into the bathroom. click I felt like such an idgit, especially since I was suprised when the light did not go on again.
I stared up at the fixture. I really should fix this, while there’s daylight, and I have time. After a moment’s more consideration, I guessed that the bulbs were in the bathroom closet, in the back of the room. click The light STILL did NOT go on. Go figure, as I mumbled humorous grumblings at my stuperior intellect.
I am out of light bulbs. I need to get some on the way home from drama practice tonight.
You’ll never guess what I did again THIS morning.
At least it didn’t suprise me this time. I turned on the kitchen light, and enough leaked under the door to make the room navigable….
In case it was missed, God answers prayer.
I am not tumbling now. I am still slightly stressed [grins] but, the pressure of the Bond Issue materials will be over with in…just about an hour, actually. I plan to make this Saturday a “clean house” day (which includes materials carried in my car). Friday, I have an inkling of a plan for “going out”.
Currently, I am station-keeping while I blast away the debris in close orbit. Engines are nominal, but untested, as I am station-keeping [smiles]. After cleaning house, after getting through the weekend, I will be able to set course once again, and chew on the new rawhides of ideas God has laid before me. Then I still need to look back abit and see how I got myself into that brief but snarlly mess.
“Play at life”. For INTP’s, work IS play!
Thanks everyone who is reading, and commenting, or even just tipping your hat!
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So, what’s the difference between INFP and INTP? Other than the substituion of F for T and vice versa…
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Jungian archtypes are SP (artisan, performer), SJ (guardian), NF (healer) and NT (architech, engineer). Within each archtype, the other letters combine in 4 different temperments. But, the same “intelligence” within each temperment of the archtype. NT’s “intelligence” is in the Strategic, then the Diplomatic. NF’s are “Diplomatic” first. NF’s try to harmonize people. NT’s try to synchronize
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Or, in different words: NTs, as chess players, enjoy the challenge… the work (if you will) of the game. That kind of laborious mind challenge is fun for an NT. NFs, on the other hand, care less about chess, and more about the person who is their opponent. The want to make sure that person is comfortable, etc. The NF is unlikely to “keep their mind on the game” – their mind is on the perso
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Hi, Parra. U r going to make me go in search of my Myers-Briggs assessment. Did one with a career counselor several years back…Don’t remember where I put the thing!
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*tips his hat*
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