Carl-Richard

What happens when you close your eyes?

Annihilation. Nothing comes close to the psychedelic horror in that movie.

When you sit down to meditate, what happens?

Oh yeah, my first time on MDMA at 18 years old, I accidentally pocket dialed my mom, and she overheard us talking about sniffing a booster dose (this was at the "peak" of my dysfunctional phase, or at least the first one). She figured out the house I was at and got the parents of the aforementioned friend to drive her there (as she had been drinking wine, probably due to stress). She had been calling me constantly, and I was ignoring her calls, mainly because I had the short-term memory of an earthworm after taking the most massive bong rips of my life, but also because I had developed the uncanny ability to block out any resemblance of a conscientious thought (just generally, but also amplified by the drugs). Long story short, she arrived at the place, the main guy opened the door, and she was asking where I was. When I got the news, I was stalling because I couldn't find my hoodie, and then she just walked inside the house and caused a hysterical scene: "I'm going to call the cops", etc., which made one of the guys who wasn't on MDMA panic and storm out of the house. Then I just gave up looking for the hoodie, put my jacket on and walked to the car in a kind of depersonalized "wtf, is this actually happening?"-state. Then we drove home while my friend's parents were angrily questioning me on where their son was. They thought he was hiding in the house, but he was actually at another place that night. They thought I was lying to protect him, but in reality, me and the main guy had intentionally not told him about the trip, because we were already too many people at the house (and we didn't have unlimited drugs either). The cool thing about MDMA is that I was very calm about the entire thing, but I still knew deep down that this was very fucked up. That is also probably why it's not really a traumatic memory. The aftermath was more traumatic, as most of my friends' parents were notified about the situation, and it threatened their stoner existence. It was really all my fault, but of course I was also really unlucky with the pocket dial. Had I not been acting really suspiciously for the last few months, and had I not told the name of the person I was staying at, or said that I would be home early, and had I not been ignoring the calls, that could've all been avoided. But also, in a way, that pocket dial probably saved my life.

Holy shit, are you ok? When I was 18, after peaking on LSD on a hiking trail, me and my friend started walking back down towards our neighborhood. I only realized that my friend was planning to go home as we were standing outside his parents' house (while still high as fuck btw), and his house was right next to my mom's house. Then as I had that realization, I saw my mom's car pulling out from the garage and driving towards us. Luckily, I had sunglasses on. She scrolled down the window on the passenger side and said "hey, where are you going?" in what I thought was a neutral voice, and I poked my head in (which felt like entering a new dimension) and blurted out "I'm going to my friend's house" (which was a lie, but it just fell out of my mouth), and then I think she said "ok, I'm going to gym, goodbye!" and drove off. It was just a really weird experience, and I wasn't sure if she noticed how zoinked I was, but I felt calm afterwards. Then I looked over at my friend, and he was like "what was that?!", and I think I said "it's fine, she was just going somewhere, and I said I was going to your place". Then my friend went inside his place, and I walked alongside the bushes up to the back garden of my house, and then I stood and contemplated what I should do. I did not want to go inside my house at all in that state, and I was thinking why the heck my friend would want to go home so quickly after the peak. I ended up remembering that we had abandoned a half-finished joint at some point on the hiking trail, and I set myself the mission to go find that joint, and I actually did find it. Finding the joint was a really cool moment, but my mind was also telling me "achievements don't mean anything, it's something your mind makes up", so it didn't feel that good really. Besides, smoking on a comedown when you've already smoked before the peak doesn't really do much. I think I ended up walking to a higher part of the trail and laid down in the grass watching the clouds, feeling kind of uncomfortable and queasy, and I couldn't relax properly. I was like a stiff log.

One is a tool of the mind, the other is the Mind

Jordan Peterson — world famous satanist ?

You don't know the difference between logic and truth?

More on the current limits of AI

Ego.

Technically, Ti doesn't care about what is true, only what is logically valid. You could argue Te is more concerned about truth than Ti. Ti-dominants can get very hung up on running down trees of logic without thinking much about where the trees have their roots. Te-dominants are more concerned about where to plant the tree, often guided by concepts like wisdom (collective or personal), which is not reducible to pure logic, and which skews towards traditionalism. TeFis like to ask things like: "why should you value your own logical conclusions over the rest of humanity?", while TiFes like to say: "I do things my way, and if it works, it works". Then the TeFi asks: "but who decides if it works or not, or how it works? Yourself? Is it all just about logic? Do you not know about self-deception mechanisms, the limits of logic, the power of standing on the shoulders of giants, the durability of tradition, the power of cross-referencing history for perennial truths? etc.) Then the TiFe is like: "meh, these things are also flawed".

And none of them could ever think about speaking for a living?

You were not being a dick. He was being overly emotional.

@Roy "A simulation is not the thing simulated" - Bernardo Kastrup

Sometimes I wish I was a girl lmao. So emotional.

That was actually one of the questions I was uncertain on

4/40. I could've probably gotten a 6 though.

Four separate sources are just all wrong

Mmyees

https://chat.openai.com/chat https://www.careerexplorer.com/careers/collections/intj-careers/ https://personalitygrowth.com/intj-teachers-how-intjs-respond-to-being-teachers/ https://www.reddit.com/r/intj/comments/1yylt4/any_intj_teacherprofessors_out_there/

I just had an interesting insight. If ExFJs are the best teachers, are IxTPs the best learners? Just think about it: what is teaching? An outwards movement of information. What is learning? An inwards movement of information. ExFJs and IxTPs have the same functions, just in the reverse order. So literally, what the one type is best at, the other is best at doing in the reverse. What could be other similar dynamics? ExTJs are the best leaders, while IxFPs are the best followers?

@How to be wise What do you think about people who think Leo is an INTJ? What are they getting wrong? Do you understand how they can come to that conclusion?

ISTJ, the most "direct" type, talking uninterrupted for an hour: Things like speaking time or amount of information provided depends on context. If you've been invited to speak for an hour about yourself, and you accept the invitation, you'll do that regardless of your type. The same logic applies to any format with a rigid structure, like debates. In such cases, it's better to look at "what" the person is saying. Notice how much he uses Si, how linear and precise his storytelling is.

I just recently found a coping mechanism for anxiety about future events. Repeat to yourself in the voice of Zack de la Rocha: "I don't live in tha future!", "I don't LIVE in tha future!", "I, don't LIVE, in tha future!". It actually works ?

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