Desire (As In, All You ENFPs Have a Strong Desire to Open This Thread and Read It)
This is a super long thread, but I'd appreciate it if anyone (everyone) read it and gave me their feedback. Thanks for your time!
IF YOU DIED RIGHT NOW, YOU COULD NOW GO TO HEAVEN HAPPILY AFTER READING THIS POST. I'LL PRAY FOR YOU THOUGH, JUST IN CASE. PRAYER REQUESTS MAY BE SENT TO WHATEVER DIETY AND/OR NON-ENTITY YOU MAY/MAY NOT BELIEVE IN. IF HE/SHE/TRANSGENDER/(I'm probably crossing a line here, sort of like the underline) GETS BACK TO ME, I'LL DEFINITELY PRAY FOR YOU.
My silly switch is turned on right now, since I haven't slept and it's now... almost 11 AM in the morning. Also, my little introverted side of being an extrovert is coming out right about now (since I keep explaining things). I keep adding things for no reason too. I apologize in advance. Thanks for your time, and I apologize if I offend anyone with my blasphemous idiocy by trying to tell a joke that probably makes no one else giggle but me.
I wrote this super long introduction, and then I thought better of it and hit delete. Then I wrote a super short introduction, but I decided better of it, and wrote more. Now, it is insanely long, but... WELL WORTH THE READ! because well... I'm an ENFP and I'd like to pretend I was interesting for a second, OK? Got a problem with it? We can take this outside! Just don't hit my face. It's too delicate and pretty (i wish)!
Doesn't that excite you? Me neither, but the point is, I wrote this, and you need to read it right now. If you don't read it, then that's also okay, but you might die a horrible death in a fire. At the VERY least, I have scientifically proven (I'm 80% sure that I'm 90% accurate, with 100% certainty) that if you don't read this, even if you never found this thread, you WILL DIE. In my studies, you'll die within 1 day to 99 years from now. BEWARE!
I like to write. I think I found my introverted side, but I'M WORKING ON IT SO DO ME THE (expletetive deleted) FAVOR AND READ IT. Anyway, this is my "attempt" at getting a talent that has been sadly discovered by many ex-girlfriends (and probably future ones too, but I'm single ATM. Anyone interested? :laughing:). I'm pretty sure I know why I'm single now after writing that last sentence, but let's move on.
Like I said, I like to write, and it's been discovered by a FEW people. I'm also an English/Writing major at a well-known university, but I still get NERVOUS when anyone sees ANYTHING I write. I have a poetry class scheduled for this summer, and I already know I'm going to have to READ OUT LOUD (GASP!!!!!!!!!!) EVERYTHING I write. Oh, and I don't use correct grammar/spelling/punctuation on the internet, so don't bother correcting my typos. I like being a rebel when I'm anonymous. Yes, I'm still rambling. The good stuff is soon to come. Continue reading, unless you want to die in that scientifically proven fire.
LIKE I SAID, I like to write. See Jane. See Jane read. Read Jane read (I'm not Jane). I don't tell people I write. You aren't allowed to know I write either. Hence, we are going to pretend this stuff magically appeared on this page, that you magically read it, and it was magically delicious (I'm eating lucky charms as we speak. It's amazing). This is my way of SLOWLY but SURELY getting over the fear of expressing myself through creative ways (writing). I've been told I have talent, but at the same time, I never believe it when people say it. It's sort of like when someone tells you that you're really gorgeous/cute/pretty/spendid/amazing/sexy/spendiferous (I made that word up, sounded good)/handsome/etc. You tend to be happy someone likes you, but you also think they must be blind. So, now that you've read all this Mumbo-Jumbo blah blah blah stuff....
You may proceed.
(SHOCKER I KNOW! <-- not part of title) There is one thing in life that will always hold true. In every person, there is a passionate, burning, even fanatical desire for more....
Most try to get over this excruciating desire by burying it. Human nature is to numb the pain, to control our hunger, to never feel it too deeply lest it undo us. We destroy the very spirit of life within us as we try to subdue the raving lunacies of our own hopes and dreams. To give into these desires opens oneself up to horrifying failures, yet to dull those vivid fairy tales deadens not only our hope, but our very souls. Light becomes a little dimmer, the colors around us fade, the monotony of everyday drags us along. We don't live... we merely exist. The deadened soul takes more and more to stimulate it, and the downward spiral leads to anger, then acceptance, and finally dependency. Sometimes, out of great desperation to feel anything at all, we go out of our way to provoke ourselves. Even still, we never seem to quite know what we want. We buy a new car, vacation to paradise, and own a new pair of sunglasses, yet the craving never seems to wane. Our desires are diverted into material possessions, because we never quite realize what we genuinely need. We try food, television, and sex, back and forth, back and forth, and yet we never quite find satisfaction or even the lowly status of contentment. We always long for something more...
What is it that makes life worth living? What drives the human conscious into remaining within a place of such indifference and hate? What is it that makes a domain of ominous gloaming transform to a world of resplendent aurora, giving birth to those magnificent beams of hope? Such a thing is so simple, yet beyond the comprehension of the greatest minds. An astonishingly fragile link if left exclusive, yet once bound with another it holds so tight that time forever could not loosen the bind. Such a thing is the key to a world full of beauty and happiness, of jubilant exclamations and rhapsodic cries. It holds no grudges and carries no burdens. Such a thing is more valuable than the holy grail, more elusive than the fountain of youth, and more awesome than the tallest mountain and the deepest sea. Such a thing is known simply as love.
I joined this forum mainly for this reason. I figured... of ALL the people in the world... YOU GUYS should be able to understand me the most, right? I mean, I don't know ANYONE in real life that is an ENFP. I'm the only one, or at least, I'm the only one I notice. Maybe I like to think I'm exclusively amazing or something, but I'm sure there's a few out there that I haven't met. Either way, if I showed this to my friends, I'd never hear the end of it. Therefore, you all get to be nice to me (hopefully!!!) and not criticize me about writing this stuff, let alone this insanely long, and retarded, forum thread.
If anyone likes this stuff... I might post more (maybe some actual poems)... because I honestly think just hitting the "submit" button right now is like a point of no return. I'm terrified, but screw it. I know this thread is insanely long, so if ANYONE out there actually read everything, you have my undying gratitude, and please let me know if you liked it or not! If not, then please proceed to keep it to yourself, and then lie and say it was good! :laughing: