Armorial

I literally found a random word generator and refreshed until I found a decent word for the title. Its meaning has no bearing on anything I’m about to say, at least not consciously.

Interesting thing I’ve noticed as of late: Where most people I see have problems with their T side, I consciously have trouble with my F side. Yes, I will explain this slightly, I’m not that mean. These letters come from the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. Short and simple, T is logic, and F is emotions. Whichever someone is is the primary guide in their decision making process. You can be in between, but that’s unimportant for what I want to say.

Back to the original point: My sister, an F, often (read: more than I would) worries irrationally about things in her life. As I have heavily implied, it makes little (I restrained from saying ‘no’) sense to me, as what she is worrying about does not follow from who she is (worrying people won’t like her) or what she’s going to do (being, from my perspective, absurdly nervous when visiting the college that by all signs was a perfect fit for her). I have also observed this tendency in several of my other family members and close friends.

I, on the other hand, as a T, hardly ever worry. I know, shocking, I actually do worry sometimes. However, the worry I have relates not to that which is logical in my life, but that which is emotional (so far only manifesting in a single form, and I don’t know of any others that it might manifest as, so I’m doing pretty well). Trying to use logic on it doesn’t work as well as I would hope for being the ‘logical one.’ Instead, I often use my logic selectively in these situations, excepting the arguments for the side my emotions want to win, rather than the side that is actually the best side.

Oh, good for me, I managed to do that without giving any details from my own life. This blogging will go well if that keeps up. Anyway, that was something that has been on my mind lately, and it was fairly easy to write.

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Bloggishness

I thought I’d try my hand at proper blogging. Well, not quite proper, seeing as how I won’t talk about my life much, but. When I first started writing, I just wrote whatever came to me with no paragraph breaks, no stopping, just writing. This is pretty much going to be the same thing at first, at least until I get comfortable enough to do this naturally without rambling. There will be two differences, however. One is that I won’t be writing fiction. Two is that there will be paragraph breaks.

See?

Anyway, there’s a problem that has been preventing me from doing this before. That would be that people who know me read this blog–as far as I’m aware, they’re the only ones that read this other than the rare Russian, Czech Republican, and Tanzanian–so that means anything I write can and will be used against me at the dinner table. Even if my family/friends agree not to ask about it, they’ll still know it, and that could change our dynamic.

Oh, and I’m sure they’ll ask about this, so: Don’t ask.

To deal with this problem, as I mentioned, I won’t be writing about my life, but instead about various long-form thoughts that aren’t directly related to my life. They may be related in that they come from the parts of my life that I won’t be blogging, but I’ll mask that pretty well. Same goes for my poems (http://figment.com/books/883917-Project-365-Random-Poems/). Everything there relates to my life in the same way as any blog posts I do will. Only difference is that I won’t write entire blog posts in the Ancestor language that I occasionally use in my poems when what I want to say is to directly related to my life to mask effectively while still conveying the same message.

There’s something to mention. I write for myself. Whether or not someone understands it is of little matter to me. That’s one reason I’m going into Game Design as opposed to writing. Writing is for me, and if someone else enjoys it or understands it, that’s an added bonus. As such, writing in the Ancestor language has the same effect as writing in English, with the added bonus of helping me create said language.

I guess that will do for now. I don’t know how long blog posts are supposed to be, just that they should probably be longer than my poems.

Tchüss!

PS: Kilo trasardur eht gru