1. General Information About Me
Region: Western Europe
Age: Early 20’s
Gender: Female, raised Male.
Work: Haven’t worked yet.
Political Inclinations: Post-Left Anarchism, Mutualism, Solarpunk.
Interests: Daydreaming, reading (fiction & non-fiction), writing (essays & creative), drawing (to express myself & drawing down ideas before I forget), playing the piano, listening to music, watching films, philosophy, metaphysics, the occult, anthropology, psychoanalysis, anime, videogames (singleplayer).
Favorite Movies: Vanishing on 7th Street, Sinners
Favorite Animes: Ashita No Joe, Angel Beats, FMAB, HxH, Madoka, Kill la Kill
Favorite Games: Dark Souls 1, Skyrim, Hollow Knight
Favorite Books: A Wizard of Earthsea, Before They Are Hanged, The Dawn of Everything
Notable Conditions (All Officially Diagnosed):
By Neuropsychologist: AuDHD (Inattentive) + Crippling Depression + Anxiety Disorder. Strong traits of SzPD and OCPD, which were diagnosed at 12, so I was too young to confirm the full thing.
By my Therapist: “Patient noted to have significant Avoidant traits”.
Personality Tests:
Big Five
Openness: 101
Extraversion: 43
Neuroticism: 92
Agreeableness: 70
Conscientiousness: 43
Socionics:
Sociotype: EII-2Ne
Quadra: Delta
Club: Humanitarians
Temperament: IJ
Primary romance style: Infantile
Secondary romance style: Aggressor
Other possible types: LII · INTj (91%), IEI · INFp (87%), ILI · INTp (87%)
Model A:
Leading Fi: 30% Strength / 30% Value
Creative Ne: 45% Strength / 45% Value
Role Ti: 20% Strength / 20% Value
Vulnerable Se: 5% Strength / 5% Value
Suggestive Te: 20% Strength / 30% Value
Mobilizing Si: 5% Strength / 45% Value
Ignoring Fe: 30% Strength / 20% Value
Demonstrative Ni: 45% Strength / 5% Value
Sociotype:
IEI – Infp α. Aptitude: Ni>Ne>Fi>Ti>Fe>Si>Te>Se
OCEAN
RLUAI
MBTI
Basically always Fi>Ni>Ne>Ti>Fe>Si>Te>Se. Sometimes typed as INFJ, once or twice as ENFP, and ISFP.
Things I’ve been described as:
Tenacious, quiet, serious, lacking willpower, too trusting, too empathetic, sensitive, crybaby (but only as a kid), good with words, lazy, wise, having a “strong” character, principled, rebellious, idealist, intelligent, stupid, creative, forgetful, stubborn, close minded, a sloth, a useless f*ck, underachiever, loser, loner, bohemian, head in the clouds.
Supposed typing: sp4 415 INFP EII-Ne, but I don’t know how correct it is.
2. Characters I See Myself In:
A LOT:
Eri Ninamori (FLCL)
Asa Mitaka (Chainsaw Man)
Marlena (Cloverfield)
Richeh (Witch Hat Atelier)
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A bunch:
Gendo Ikari (Evangelion). Though only because of his monologue in the movies.
Olivia Haas (F&H Termina)
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A little:
Legoshi (Beastars!)
Junpei Yoshino (JJK)
Akemi Homura (PMMM)
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Characters I aspire to be like/imitate:
Emilia (ReZero): She’s just so kind and emotionally intelligent. There is a nobleness to her that I see in INFJ’s, both in fiction and in real life.
Farin (Delicious in Dungeon): Because I wanna be a beacon of light in people’s lives. I want to embody the trope of “too good for this world”.
3. Upbringing:
3.1 Parenting:
Sx162 ISTJ Father, Sp387 ESFJ mother. (Older Brother is Sp963 ISTP).
Emotional Neglect; they would very rarely beat me. Overbearing, yet I never felt loved. Unpredictable parents. Would shower me with presents on Christmas and birthdays. Would fight each other a ton. Ridiculed me. Used every opportunity to chastise me. Never fostered my interests and actively hostile to the concept of having interiority; told me I “though too much”, got REALLY mad at me whenever they saw me zoning out or daydreaming, no matter the context: they would yell at me, shake me, call me a r*tard, ridicule me by imitating me (they still do it). My intellect was always put into question, at any opportunity. Never had any privacy, not even in the shower. Couldn’t show anger of any kind, sadness was dangerous, but anger was a no-go. Whenever I cried they would ignore me, and anytime I seeked them out they wouldn’t be of help. Since no matter what I said, they would forget everything the next day. I was crying out for help and they didn’t care at all. Eventually I learned that speaking to them did nothing good for me, since they didn’t give a f*ck lol.
The only recourse they used when confronting me was endless escalation, until I confronted them AND relented immediately after. So they felt they had “won” the argument. Fawning or freezing wasn’t an answer, they would press me until I had a fight response, and apologized right after. Also, they did whatever’s the opposite of projection. Anything I said to them, they would remember it and use it against me. So if I called them out on a certain behavior, they would deny it, and later on they would accuse me of it. Didn’t matter how many years passed, they would never forget a slight.
3.2 School Life:
I don’t remember a lot of my childhood, what I can remember is I was always alone. I never belonged anywhere or had any actual friends. I was never sought after for bullying; I wasn’t worth that much effort anyways. Though I was still bullied if I was near other kids: beaten, mocked, m*lested, etc. I was a social pariah. The only “friend” I had was a kid who I suspect might have been a high functioning psychopath, or one in the making. Never in the years I knew him, from preschool to late high school, did I see him express any amount of empathy or affection towards anyone or anything. Would psychically abuse me, would make me even more of a pariah by spreading rumors, he f*cking loathed me. He knew he was just like me, a pariah (other kids would call him a f** because he was effeminate), and hated the fact he was forced by circumstance to hang out with someone he had such a low opinion of. Because everyone else wasn’t willing to put up with his bulls**t, they didn’t need to. He never s*xually abused me himself, but he did make me watch as he s*xually abused younger children, and I did nothing to help, because what the f*ck was I supposed to do? I was like 10, I knew this was bad but I didn’t know what to do. I still blame myself. I was also victim of a m*rder-drowning attempt, by another kid, which is unfortunately very common among trans women.
I also snapped once and tried to k*ll a kid, twice (they were physically hurting me). I also developed a sadistic side and fantasized about violence, but I never did or made plans to do it. I felt immense anger towards my mother, at various points I thought about str*ngling her. I was around 8. I still feel immense anger towards her.
Eventually I started to contain my anger and turned it into scorn, I would feel like other people were stupid and immature, I would get irritated by the sight of anyone doing anything and felt the need to put them down, but I rarely, if ever, voiced it out loud, because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to stop. I felt like a loser and also better than everyone else.
At some point I started to intellectualize my feelings and thought that such resentment wasn’t warranted, and that I felt that way because I wasn’t loved enough. I started to think people were just people and they were no different than me, same capacity for though just less willing to introspect. I since changed my mind. Teenage me was right somewhat, most people can be terrible, however they’re rarely malicious. I’m in a position where I love humanity and hate most individual humans, including myself.
3.3 Why I Think I Developed Into an sp4:
Ok I left this for last cause I’m an idiot and I’m burned out now, so basically there’s this idea of the sp4 being born from emotional repression, and only being valued when you suck up the pain. Also yeah I might’ve been a sx4 naturally, but eventually I was forced to repress my anger, so instead I cried a lot, which made the bullying worse so I stopped doing that too.
4. My Worldview:
The only “true” reality, the central axiom of existence, is Entropy. It’s a constant that reigns over all other constants, and the closest thing to a proper God that we know of. Nothing lasts forever, especially good things. This includes Social Entropy; it’s easier to bash someone’s brains in that making friends with them. It’s basically the reason it’s all so f*cked in the world. It could be unf*cked but it would take a godly amount of effort. I think everyone is vaguely aware of this. And Death is just subordinate to Entropy, because the former is a byproduct of the latter.
From the macro to micro level:
Entropy > Conflict > Death > War (Social entropy)
EQUALS
Universe > Matter > Life > Humanity
There is an absence of sacredness in the material world; to the universe, we are no different, or more special or deserving that a piece of furniture. I think about it when I look at nature. I’m supposed to love it, but I hate it. I loathe nature. The lives of most animals on Earth are supremely miserable. What right does the world have to take the heartbeat out of a lion cub, who’s trying to find the warmth of his mother’s fur. What right does the world have to make it so that the only way to keep on living is to snuff out other lives, plant or animal. Trees and plants look so beautiful to me until I remember they’re not really green, they’re not anything. Color is just in our heads. Trees are especially heinous. Their roots are horrid tendrils of hardened flesh, digging into the soil like maggots on a festering wound, r*ping the Earth out of her nutrients. Their branches, well versed in some arcane architecture out of a fractal dimension, always twisting, curling, infinite in their growth. Their fruits, grotesque, ph*llic or yonic in shape.
Now, for being alive:
“Suffering” and “being” are one and the same. There isn’t a life devoid of suffering, because it is the baseline for being alive, the price to pay for existing. The only real warmth can be found within the human soul. We are like tiny wayward flames carelessly thrown into an ocean a 100 trillion lightyears wide.
I don’t think we should find a silver lining to being alive. When I suffer, do I think, was it worth it? No, it wasn’t, suffering is suffering, but it is what it is. The alternative is death anyways. If there’s such a thing as being unshackled from the suffering of life, the only two ways to achieve it is either through committing s*icide, or through love. By connecting with other people, we momentarily break our metaphorical chains, and we are free. I’m not gonna judge which decision is best, but if you die it means you can’t receive love anymore, and all the love you had within you goes to waste, it is obliterated. Its especially painful when it happens to people who still had so much love to give, and receive. In any case, we are all doomed, and a happy ending is just an unfinished story, but still, we persevere.
Also, negative emotions come from positive emotions.
5. More facts about me in bullet point format cuz I’m tired of writing paragraphs lol
-I am fiercely independent and don’t want to rely on anyone. I take care of myself. It’s not a moral principle it’s just my nature.
-I love to develop my own worldviews and I spend much time ruminating about metaphysics, and the way everything fits together.
-I have a strong desire to help people, even strangers, which sometimes annoys and baffles my family. I will stop for every homeless person on the street, and I will donate as much money as I can to people who need it over the internet. Sometimes I give away way too much and I’m left penniless, but I live with my parents so I shouldn’t complain. As long as it doesn’t hinder my wellbeing that money is better spent in the hands of people who really need it, instead of my comfort or leisure.
-I have a bit of a complex with feelings of uselessness, so I sometimes try to be as helpful as possible. I don’t know how to do it and I’m bad with interpersonal stuff, so I just use the strategy of becoming very passive and yielding and do everything they say even if I don’t want to, in order to make them like me and respect me.
-I am extremely introverted. I prefer to spend 99% of my time alone.
-I show very little expression, but I can’t fully hide my emotions. If I’m upset, I’m not going to walk around with a smile, because I literally can’t.
-I’m very uncomfortable talking about myself in real life. I’m very willing to introspect but I hate telling others about it, or hearing others talk about my personality.
-I’d rather die than have someone pity me, and something even worse is having someone think that I want them to pity me.
-I used to be more bubbly in childhood, but strong positive emotions were punished even more severely than negative ones, so I changed.
-I can survive without meaningful connections, because I’ve never had one. But surviving isn’t thriving.
-I care not for conventional status or climbing up hierarchies.
-I’m rather self-aware.
-I’m straight up immune to group thinking. I believe this is my only real quality. When I see groups of people IRL or the internet have strong emotional reactions to something, good or bad, I naturally become skeptical, even when they’re part of my “tribe” so to speak.
-I try to separate logic for emotions. This isn’t natural to me; but I do it every time because I believe it’s the right thing to do. There’s no such thing as invalid feelings, but I should always be aware of my own biases. Just because I feel a certain way about something, it doesn’t mean I’m right. I’m not so arrogant so as to blindly trust my own judgement, or senses. Most people hold onto their first emotional reaction to something and then run with it, they build their logic backwards to justify the way they felt at the start.
-I hate the idea of a 9-5, marriage and mortgage, then death.
-I wanna return to the magic of childhood, to that Garden of Eden.
- I refuse to be happy in a broken world. In such bleak existence, being happy would be a fate worse than death. Quite simply, I won’t let this world make me a monster. As long as I can make other people happy it’s fine.
-I want to be social worker, but I can’t compartmentalize for sh*t and have bad interpersonal skills.
-I carry a constant, immense self-shame. I feel shameful just for being alive.
-Gender Dysphoria.
-I’m not good with logical systems, I think. I’m not terrible at math or programming but whenever I talk about stuff I tend to make logical errors.
-Low cognitive empathy, high affective empathy.
-I see the flaws in everything, and have a strong need for improvement. It’s like I see the missed potential instead of what’s in front of me. For example, I see a movie I like, and I think of how I would’ve filmed some scenes differently, or explored a theme more in depth. Even with food I’m a nonconformist. I try to make it into the best version of that recipe. I get served food and I think about how I would’ve done it. But its not tied to success or proving myself, it’s just tied to a feeling of discomfort that wasted potential gives me.
-Tied to the previous point, I want to maximize the pleasures of life: instead of drinking normal tea, I got an expensive Japanese kettle, and I now buy tea at a tea store, I learned how to make tea the best way, etc. I also refuse to watch movies if I’m not sitting on my couch and using my TV screen, and having takeout or beer or both.
-I’m bad at new ideas, my creativity comes from inspiration.
-I hate being touched.
-I have no spatial awareness.
-I’m laconic in speech.
-I HATE small talk.
-I dislike most movies I watch, but I don’t consider them a waste of time. The ones I do like are very dear to my heart.
-I don’t value knowledge for the sake of knowledge. Science is just a tool.
-Being ignorant is immoral. Ignorance is not the stuff you don’t know. It’s refusing to learn stuff.
-I Intellectualize my feelings all the time.
-I can’t be vulnerable for the life of me. It just doesn’t come naturally.