Posts Tagged ‘Introvert’

Loving an introvert


A lovely article about how to love an introvert. Could an extrovert be bothered? 🙂


Path to Inner Peace


This achieving inner peace malarkey is quite hard in this day and age when one is requested (required?) to be social. Quiet please.
I need a break.

This is the end, my friend


So, as the video I posted previously, said, it opens more questions that it answers. As an ISTJ and if opposites attract, then an ENFP would be perfect. That is, perfect to entice me with their ways, to charm me with their excitement and to infuriate the hell out of me with not being organised and just “going with the flow”.
But ultimately, what does it matter. If you think of us as atoms and molecules, it doesn’t. Nothing does. As the lyric goes:
“We were nothing for a billion years before our time
And we will be nothing more again for an eternity yet to come”.
There is no point. It is what it is.

I am rambling. What the hell does this have to do with Peace and Solitude? 🙂



What is is all about? I’d say I’ve been pondering this over the last 10 years, more so in the last 6 and even more in the last 2. At each point my answers would have been different but slowly getting closer to what my belief it’s all about. For those interested in the Myers-Briggs compartmentalisation, I’m an ISTJ. So you know where I’m coming from.
Socrates, said that to philosophise about life is to prepare for death. Perhaps this is what I am doing.
Sex and death
So 10 years ago I was walking along a beach and was surprised and the amount of death I saw. It was interesting and perhaps a trigger for thinking more about death. Everything washed up on the beach spoke of it. Driftwood, shells, jellyfish, seaweed. Dead. Forward a few years and more death appears. Go for a walk and trees, plants, and currently, all the seeds fallen from the plants just scattered around, hoping to succeed in life but more often than not, left to rot into the ground. Death, it seems, surrounds us all. It happens to us all. Sometime. Then there’s sex. It’s happening everywhere. Birds singing their hearts out to find a mate, plants waiting for that insect to come spread pollen over it by enticing it with food. Is this prostitution at its most basic? And with all this is war of course. A fight to win. To be the best and to pass on ones genes. For us as humans, we create our nests, put on our war paint to attract mates, do our ritual mating calls and dances in the hope we find someone so continue the genetic line. Of course, given the type of person I am, realistically, I’m surprised and how some people still think there is only one person out there for them. Of course there are thousands. Probably hundreds of thousands. Surprising that in all the world, people amazingly find that one perfect partner who just happens to be in the same country, and possibly in the same town as them. What are the chances? So we get together, we bond, we mate and pass on our genetics. What should we do after? Should we die? We could certainly mate and produce more offspring. We could get interested in a sport, in a hobby, in a profession. Deep down, we all know what that is.
Atoms and molecules
Then of course there is what we’re all made up of. What everything in the universe(s) is made up of. We’re born, there is a short life, in the grand scheme of things, and then we die and atoms that once made up me are spread throughout the world to be part of something else, just as atoms that were once part of a cow, or an apple that were converted to being part of us. The cycle continues. Over and over. I once heard, and it’s all over the ‘net if you look, that it’s highly likely that every breath you take has at least an atom of the last breath of Julius Caesar contained therein. An interesting thought.
It’s also interesting that were just a collection of atoms. So then, why would I take preference over one collection of atoms than another? Should that be why does this collection of atoms prefer another collection of atoms over a third set. What is it that makes one person like another more than someone else. Likewise with a monkey, or a lion. With many from the “animal kingdom” it’s the strongest that wins the mating ritual but there are others that sneak in occasionally. With us, as humans with our organised “ways” of doing things, it’s finding that person that fits our lifestyle. Our beliefs. Our morals. Should we have something in common with each other for the attraction to take place? Should opposites attract? Does that matter. Probably not. I suspect we can live with either.
So as I said, we find someone, we bond, we mate. What then? Well, everything else is filler. To distract oneself from the inevitable. But is death the end?

Myers-Briggs and Meditation


I wondered if there was an easier way to meditate. After all, there are so many ways. I did think about friends who seem to pick it up easily but then the ones that meditate are so different in their outlook on life. In comes the Myers-Briggs test, which I had done each year for the past few years. Still the same as I ever was.
A quick search for Myers-Briggs and Meditation brings up an interesting site which shows me a good way to help get into meditation. Seems I found my way of my own accord.

Free Kindle Ebook


A free kindle ebook (for some) – How You’ll Do Everything Based On Your Personality Type.



Love some of these introvert quotes/statements.

William Wordsworth


A great poem to read every so often. Sounds blissful.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

East and West


So I was thinking the other day about religions and philosophies and that in the east, they teach to better oneself. To explore the inner self and become, er…, “wonderful”. In the west religions teach to one be selfless and to help others. To look out for the poor and the needy. An interesting mix. We have here. Combine that with the amount of travelling the west made. To be an extrovert and talk your way out of trouble and make alliances was a key factor. Great for the people who have it and the western cultures that travelled, did well and bread extrovert behaviour. As for the east, they stayed at home, learning inner peace. Then of course we have the change from the cult of character over to the cult of personality in the west in the late 19th and through the 20th century where there was a strong shift to not just sell products but oneself also. You don't have to be great, you just have to sound great.

Just some interesting observations.

Quiet ~ Susan Cain

I really need to read this again. Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking
~ Susan Cain