Somotype X

ectomorphy, mesomorphy, endomorphy and equimorphy?? Somotypes and your MTBI index

I shit you not! There are studies being done to know what MTBI type you are by your body type. Trouble is....knowing your body type.
I was so sure I was a plain old ectomorph....apparently not!! I have been surmised as 6.5 ectomorph 3.5 endomorph and 1.5 mesomorph and 3.0 equimorph. This puts me in the healthy range of INTJ? Yes I did say I was bored with finding out about my serial killer personality. I have however been looking for others to find if there is any who share my sense of humour....it's so hard to tell by print if they have a wry smile while typing or whether they are just being blunt. A lot of us seem to have a vivid imagination for cruelty yet don't act on it. NOT ALONE...wooo!!

There are people out there studying for sports psychology....that's where all the money is, right? The science of putting right body types to right personality types to predict how that particular person will cope and adapt in the world of sport. Gattaca is a movie which comes to mind when thinking about the probability of a time when only a BMI index along with height weight ratio and an MBTI will be used to choose teams for events. I suppose if you were to look at it that way any person can do a sport which is particular to their body type....but how does personality fit in?

I am yet to find an INTJ interested in sport....it seems we are all too busy devising plans, living in our heads, perfecting the most appropriate system to save effort so we may move onto the next thing. A bit like Mr Bean really....


Anyway.....I do wonder whether it is altogether useful to try to perfect the "science" of psychology at all. It for the most part isn't science but theory. The theory is explained by scientific methods but with so many extraneous variables that can be accounted for by...you guessed it, theory. The data evidence can be interpreted, aligned and fudged by statistics and accounted for by...hrrrm...theory. Neuroscience however is another story....I was lucky enough to accidentally cut a perfectly undamaged olfactory bulb out of a sheeps brain in search for the amygdala. Which is near enough to how much anyone can get to building a robotic brain, yet. It is again theorised that not only do we use the 100% of the brain but know only 10% of it's capabilities.

Personality theory is interesting as is searching for any answers in the new "science" of psychology. However there is always a tale of caution when it comes to individuality: enter------> we can't be beaten, rose tattoo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZZnhBQXRaI

A man suffering a rare disease which effectively eliminated his ability to walk by an infected butchers knife cut which killed a single set of cells in his neurons to send messages to tell him to move AT ALL.....ordinarily one would think this man is totally fucked....and be right in that assumption. This man however learned how to bypass those message in his brain by telling his body with his visual cortex and taught himself how to walk again. It was a feat that could not be achieved in the dark. He had to be actually looking at his limbs to move. No-one has done it since. He teaches classes but even his most successful clients have only learned how to crawl.

Now the peculiarity of this man is he was told to be an absolute prick to be around whilst he was perfecting his amazing feat. Which gives us insight into personality. Very determined and stubborn enough to carry through. Not so good for people around but fantastic for him.

Although I don't liken myself to this man in any sense...I do make the suggestion that even if someone was not to fit the bill on their MBTI/Somotype....whatever scale....is to never give up. You may be a prick in getting where you want but you can acheive greatness against any odds. Even more so...you can achieve for yourself and help a few people to crawl along the way while you are teaching yourself to walk. Maybe we will have determined waifs throwing hammers and giant endomorphic wrestler types on the uneven bars. Maybe even one day our brains will be so filled with plasticity with emergence of stem cell research we may be able to grow ourselves another buttock when the two simply just won't do if we wanted to around on our arses watching others play sport?

Genetic memory??

I have often thought about what the hell genetic memory is even before I heard of what it was....there are many theories of it's existence and even some evidence to to tentatively back it up. For me it's a glimpse, a vision, a gleaning towards a picture of a roughly thatched roof cabin perched precariously on the edge of grim water in some Northern Irish county. Indeed it is strange because I didn't know my family origins until about ten years ago ...enter -------> ensiferum, token of time (I know this band isn't Irish, but Irish aren't even Irish if you go back a little way, They are made up of whoever the bloody hell landed there, Vikings, Picts, Anglo Saxons etc....plus it's my damn blog and a bloody good song :p)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gY4dbmRGOYE

Is it imagination of a genetic heritage, a longing to get to know the patch of ground where the ancestors roamed or is it much more tangible in the intangible....the body wants it?? There just isn't enough scientific evidence to support? Why the fuck does my hair moult at the wrong time of year.....in autumn....eh??

There is always a mindful idea of what the existence of god (ish) overtones and formalised religions which bore. The idea of reincarnation is just too much for me to take in when having de ja vue flashes when sighting pictures of a random Irish scene. It does somehow seem incorporated in the idea of what was not how it will be after life?? Not everyone can be Cleopatra or one of her handmaidens from a previous life. I just can't bring myself to buy it because it opens up too many other inconsistencies of what it might entail a) I'm not Hindu b) Christian and the placement of me in Egypt a long time ago (surely everyone couldn't have been there?)....but the basis of previous memories running through bloodlines is an entirely different thing. I can manage that and still not know the entirety and not really give a damn.

remarkably after writing that paragraph I found this PDF doc which asks a similar question about what I just said only I was going to talk about baby monkeys being predisposed to be afraid of spiders and snakes. :) It was a sign!!!!

http://www.cyjack.com/cognition/Genetic%20Memory.pdf

Here is an interesting argument about savants and genetic memory theory----->

http://www.wisconsinmedicalsociety.org/savant_syndrome/savant_articles/genetic_memory

I think it is interesting how Jung gets back to a lot of things I have been reading about lately such as the MTBI index and my INTJness is based on his archetypes and now from another source people are building on his ideas. For those who don't know Jung was one of Freud's students only he wasn't as hung up about neurotic middle class histrionic christian women like Freud.

here is another story on genetic memory even though it is about sex differences------>

/is_memory_genetic_sex_differences_show_a_female_advantage

I think I may have reached a maleness where everyone looks the bloody same, questions to teenage daughters are always "have I met this one before?"

Anyway back to this genetic memory thing....or not....there is a kind of trend towards a hippy belief that doesn't sit so comfortably with me again with the regression and re-birthing techniques to free up this life from your last life.

here's someone you can try if you want to be Cleopatra's handmaiden ------>

http://archetypalenergy.com/pastlifetherapy.aspx?gclid=CJGoy9b8qKACFYQtpAodZDE1iA


http://www.aboutastro.com/cgi-bin/reg2010.cgi?r=plgl1-us&a=2010-12-12&gclid=CLingtj8qKACFcItpAod0zH3ZQ

Is it simply DNA and part of the vast majority of the things we don't know yet or is it re-living a past life somewhere else and you guessed it...making up stories about the vast majority about things we don't know about yet?

ever had that feeling that you are about to land in amongst the hostiles? Ever had a voice over not unlike the one Dexter Morgan has?? The wry voice which tells your narrative as well as the one of a much saner better fitted cynical outsider which says, don't actually say/do that because it will show you up as a weirdo and people will start to question what you are really up to.

enter ------> Dexter theme

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utqoFsMYPKs

Do you remember two posts back when I was talking about my weird affliction of a near mental disorder in the form of possessing an INTJ type personality? Well I would like to clear up a clerical error where I quoted that 1 percent of the population had this (apparently we are pedants)....it seems that there are a few numbers that range between 1 and 2.1 percent of the population. Are there no fucking definitive answers!!?? I also found that this personality disorder in women is even rarer at an alarming 0.005...although this too seems to have a range from .003 to 1.0 of the small population of the above sketchy figures. Well anyway the pedantics aside....I did do some more rip rorting reading about this affliction of being an INTJ and got quite a few guffaws out of it too.

get a load of this ------> http://intjcentral.com/manual4

Of course I might add that is written by a male about males....another realm totally dominated by them it seems....aren't we full of ourselves?? Mind you it seems to almost totally accurate *shudder*

I also found in my quest for other females who have this personality disorder write about our achilles hell;

http://personalitycafe.com/myers-briggs-forum/1726-intj-women-relationships.html

and another on the rarity of our personality disorder in women.

http://personalitycafe.com/intj-forum-scientists/3146-rarity-intj-women.html

I have found that I could easily disappear up my own arsehole if I were to stay there too long talking about Ni and T ....hmmm bored...

It took me to another place where I found myself being drawn into the world of whether my star chart correlated to my INTJness....apparently we just don't give a rats but I just had to find out what my star chart was...too much time contemplating the naval methinks.....

I found surprising results...apparently I have a predisposition to do drugs and alcohol and I am easily influenced and fragile....for a person who as ever stuck to the rule of never do a needle, never drink more than once in a week and never take a trip with my friends because they know I know that they know how very scary that would be for all of us. I have been placed under strict orders by my lovely spirited occasional hallucinogens using friend to NEVER EVER take a trip with her around as I am quite nearly there already.....I was never sure whether to take that as a compliment....whatever.

lessons I have learned from this exercise are;

even those who are rare in personality are never quite the same: we are all of us individuals
The serial killing theme of my INTJness wears a little thin....don't people know that serial killers are of a more charming ilk than us? They actually have social skills!!

Skilled professionals in the art of doing your star chart might be a better option....at least they can tell by your outrage that you probably don't have that drug problem.
Don't do hallucinogens if all you are going to do is scare people.

slash and burn

ok...I feel better...This last week I have improved with energy and began to think much clearer .....funny how a little blood poisoning can dull the senses somewhat. Woooo bonus lack of bladder infection too!!

I have been formulating ideas on whether or not I am a love cretin. One who makes herself sick at the thought of having people in her space who don't make sense.....decidedly so I have fallen to the side of the argument which is negatory!!

Despite what you may think, my self analysis has reached a whole new realm of fairness for myself and others. It may not appear so because it is written here...but the fact that it is here and not in my head anymore counts for something....right??

There is also a decided lack of people in my sphere who are constantly telling me I am paranoid, a borderline personality, a bit selfperfectionary (whatever the fuck that means), that I "analise" myself into knots, that I'm lucky I wasn't bashed today (for whatever lame excuse) among other gems far too many to count from the joyous people I had myself surrounded with there for a while. As a matter of course in the last year my bullshit meter must have peaked and an autopilot stepped in to do the slash and burn. enter ------> horror movie, skyhooks

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7l8rlnMpCI

The slash and burn consisted of anhilating anything to do with these kinds of people which I have described in rough form from the beginning of the blog. Those who will tell you all about themselves in diguise of telling you what kind of person you are supposed to be. There are those who will suck you dry because they are so needy they can't possibly reciprocate anything into a friendship. There are those who think to have you around because they think that if you look up to them then they must be ok (trouble is, keeping them below that threshold where they might actually start to question you). There are also the people who need you in their life more than you need them, and the only way they think to keep you there is to bully you into submission by threats both physically and mentally.

Now these kinds of people may have their uses in this world and they may indeed have human relationships that work in some spheres, but if all you are seeing is their negativity without any of the uses they may have hiding under their bushel then that is where the slash and burn can only be a positive step towards salvation. The technique is simple:

you do something to piss them off completely that is fitting for the realm of laughable irony...hahaha
give them exactly what they don't want.
Clothes in the puddle, fairly acceptable irony there -----> would have been better if the police were called into to watch the beauty of it, beggers can't be choosers.
The repossesion of the car and the handing over the muffin man boyfriend (in all fairness I did actually give the option to just pay for the bloody thing, was wishing for the outcome that the muffin man actually paid for it for her, that would give so much more ironic pleasure, still again beggers can't be choosers)
The calling in for help with crazy bogan neighbor from the kids dad with whom crazy bogan neighbor has infatuation with so she may yet just comply (as kids dad has no interest in taking up with the crazy bogan neighbor, just adds to the deliciousness)
The sheer pleasure of walking away from a muffin man who wants the world to hero worship and calling him a silly bitch and a twat, priceless!!

enter -----> I'm not your stepping stone, sex pistols

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uwqXS2bf5Y

There is a fine line between irony and just being plain vindictive I have found. I have often liked to err on the side of the higher moral ground, weather permitting. Just walking away from something that gives you the complete and utter shits is most definately the way I normally go. What happens if it just isn't enough to do the letting go and walking away??

A dear friend quoted Henry Ellis line this morning on my facebook page

"The art of living lies in the fine mingling of letting go and holding on."

to which I replied "especially in the world of living with flatulence...sorry Henry...could NOT help it :)"

and we are back.....so what happens?? Choose the most effective way to cut ties and remain calm about it....these people will never fuck with you again if they are convinced that you have a backbone to stand up to them. If you don't then read back for the last 16 posts and see what occurs. STRESS "The confusion caused when ones mind overrides the body’s natural desire to choke the living shit out of some asshole that desperately needs it".

And back up we go to that quote up there ^ whether it be about flatulence or about letting go of negative influences and feelings.....there is always a time and place.

I will take you to a time and place.....I could provide the necessary pictorial evidence but that would just be sick...where I was accosted by the most horrendous fart bar the one I was subjected to in the new years tent (which also had bad shoe smell overtones)...I was waiting in line at the service counter to get my license photo taken. I was called up and was hit by a wall which was thick of sulphuric (?) rotting vegetable and sheep carcass hell aroma in which my body started uncontrollably started to gag and wretch. This was much to the amusement of people who were far enough away (yes a localised fart of death, from the person who stood there before me)....it took a minute for it to hit the person behind the desk and we were both of us in utter horror of the smell trying to maintain a conversation about my licence. Photo was taken and I thankfully only purchased a yearly licence. For that person who let that one rip (if indeed they are still alive) I have these words.....THAT WAS NOT THE TIME OR PLACE YOU BARSTARD!!!

Lessons learned from this exercise, I'm alright, are you?
Vindictiveness or vindication from ongoing stressful situations is always a fine line to tread.
Living life is indeed a mingling of letting go and holding on.
it's all about time and place :)

INTJ; The Smartass?

A smartass' personality profile.

When we were at Uni doing personality test after personality test, survey after survey I often wondered how the results of these tests could ever possibly be used for anything else apart from testing each and every dolt that was silly enough to join that same class year after year. I could not see that any of my fellow students were befitting of a general populous experiment. It wasn't revealed to us until deep into the final units of the course that I was right in my assumption. The more educated the more beaten down by information = more of a freak

After taking the Meyer Briggs test it was revealed to me that I fit one percent of the population with my result as an INTJ. So being the INTJ that I am, I read up about myself....wow surprising results!! It's just like me!! WOOOO one of my fellow INTJ's is Gandalf....!!

http://typelogic.com/intj.html

How does one falter the logic of the explanation of your logic and how does one surpass the extreme of wait.....what???!!!!

Relationships being the Achilles hell (that was originally a typo, of *heel*, I thought I would leave it there for more drama) of the INTJ??

Ok......so in these years of expecting someone to finally make sense I have been confronted with the idea that this is never going to happen...enter again-----> message in a bottle, the police


I typed into google the results and suprisingly came across a forum dedicated to this unusual personality type and lo and behold.....there are a bunch of mini me's all analy (and wordily) bitching about the same things that I inwardly bitch about.....I had tears of laughter in my eyes as I was reading some of the peculiar gripes that arose; what things you don't say to an INTJ, how does one meet people, how do you deal if someone is in your personal space, how dare they tell me to smile/ be social, how many people here answer their phones, did I miss a flirting signal...and heres a big suprise....out of all the areas which people are viewing there was 71 in the relationships section compared to 6 in the science or 8 in the work and education.....they are all busily trying to make sense out of something that will never make sense.

After reading more I wondered how on earth I ever got to breed in the first place.
Apparently we are very stable, reliable, marriagable, have ability and motivation to work at relationships. The Achilles hell seems to be that we are always reverting back to trying to make sense of it all.

Here is where I try a different tact and start writing a blog so I can make sense of it all. :) enter ------> rudy, supertramp

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17aFMz4oRVs

If I used the logic that what I want is to make sense of a relationship and to make a relationship to work I have a limitless, inexhaustible supply of options to find one and make it so.

Find the 1 percent of the population that are just like me and play the game of not answering the phone, be too busy to meet up with them, get sidetracked with a project which can only be done by one person, not want to be too close to, miss every flirting signal, not give flowers or other whimsical, irrelevant gifts to....and so on and so forth....a perfect relationship of one.

I guess what I am trying to say is this; differences may be apparent in any every day situations. Although not always clear there is always opportunity for redemption. Nothing is ever hopeless. Unusual personality types can breed. I proved that one. Strategums that make sense don't always make sense.