As a female INTP, I often wonder how much of my personality has been altered by societal expectations on women. I have a feeling if I was male, I would be more withdrawn or, at least, I wouldn’t feel as obligated to make social appearances as often.
This is purely a conjecture, of course, and I realize that society favors extraversion in both genders. I just think it might be a little more intense for women.
I’ve been thinking the same thing lately. Fe gets all concerned with the social consequences of not doing things that other people seem to consider important—not that it’s about the consequences for me so much—more the disappointment/unhappiness of the other person/people.
[Not going to continue the tags—at least not right now, but here are my answers
A fear, rational or irrational that you haven’t told anyone about—or one that you’ve told everyone about. Growing old alone. I see how important family is in my grandparents and parents lives and I can’t imagine not having that myself.
Stop moving, stop everything. Listen to your surroundings for a moment or two, what do you hear? Kids playing outside. Birds twittering. My fridge/freezer whining. Keyboard clicking.
What kind of person would you say you are? Are you currently the kind of person you would like to be?I’m pretty easy-going, but value punctuality (self and others). I love learning and discovering more about the world. I am forgiving, but my trust once broken is not so easily won again. I have simple needs and desires. I’m not as self-sacrificing as I could be and prone to be selfish with my time. I can procrastinate with the best of them. I’d like to be more consistent and self-disciplined in many areas of my life.
What’s your favorite kind of chair? One that I can comfortably sit cross-legged in. Tall back, padded arms, foot rest.
This. All the awards for Penelope. Here’s a fairy tale about a girl cursed at birth with a huge flaw in her genetics: the nose of a pig. Forced to grow up hidden away in her home, with a mother who scared her from ever entering the outside world, in fear of people cringing at her face and ridiculing her. She spends her whole life being told by her family that the only way to break the curse is to marry a man, for only another’s acceptance of her face would break the spell. But in the end, she runs away from her wedding, realizing that she doesn’t want to enter a loveless marriage just to break a curse she was born with. She doesn’t need a man to cure her, because she’s perfectly fine exactly the way she is. She finally accepts herself and loves herself for who she is, flaws and all. And that, my friends, is how the curse gets broken. Not by a man, not by true love. But by loving and accepting herself. Ugh, absolute perfection.