I stole the idea from this thread. Basically, we ISTJs write a story together that describes the perfect ISTJ utopia, in second person point of view.Ok so I got this Idea while sitting on the bus on the way home and thought about how misplaced you sometimes can feel in a world with constant stress and constant expectations of becoming something and participating in a society that doesn't actually fit my general way of being, I sometimes feel like a society misfit because I think the world in general is kinda fucked up the way it is now and I don't always feel like this world is meant for me..
So here's my idea, let's all together try to create our imaginative Utopia with the help of telling a story where you always adress the main character as you. Continue where the post before you left off, it might be a pain to read all the posts to grasp the story but it will be fun
This is a place where we [ISTJs] can thrive and feel at home, this is where all our crazy and awesome ideas about how our Utopian world should be become one, everything in this story world is possible, I would be happy if someone picks up the story where mine ends, have fun ...
Let's start it off like this:
You look out your airplane window, worried. This is the exact same spot where... it must have been extreme turbulence, or an engine failure. Your INFP friend had gone missing along with 500 others on that flight. Your friend called you that day, told you that it was alright, but don't they always say that?
Suddenly, a light gently pulses outside your window, then engulfs the entire plane. You can't see anything, but when you do, you gently land on the ground of a place that doesn't look anything like home, yet somehow seems familiar.
The smell of green grass and freshly baked bread blend beneath a blue sky. On your right, the delicious wafts of smoke from a mud-brick building give you a source of the smell.