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Yes, we 5s tend to remain mum on our innermost thoughts, beliefs, ideas, and feelings. However, in case any of you want to state or express something that's been weighing on your mind, feel free to on this thread (or I hope you'll feel free to here).

I'll go first: I'm enjoyed as a friend in small doses, but anytime a close friend - even my best friend - wants to hang out more often than I'm comfortable, I realize I pull away because I don't want to see many people on a regular-ish basis. In the same vein, I enjoy close friends and family in small doses, too. I'm better when I keep everyone at some sort of a distance; I function better, I don't feel the pressure of expectations as much, etc.

I wish I realized this much earlier in life and let certain people know from the get-go; this would have saved me much grief especially in my intimate relationships.
 

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I don't really have friends for the reason you gave.

There are people who I know, and I very rarely get invited to hang-out with... but it's like maybe once a year. Whatever sort of relationship makes me happy, it doesn't work for the remainder of society I think. Oh well.

It's actually stopped bothering me for the past few years.
 

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This is a completely random confession that another post made me think of. For some reason I have always felt uncomfortable saying the name of whoever I'm talking to, my boyfriend included. I rarely use people's names because it makes me self conscious - it's completely bizarre. After 4 years my boyfriend recently commented on how odd it is. I agree.
 

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This is a completely random confession that another post made me think of. For some reason I have always felt uncomfortable saying the name of whoever I'm talking to, my boyfriend included. I rarely use people's names because it makes me self conscious - it's completely bizarre. After 4 years my boyfriend recently commented on how odd it is. I agree.
Interestingly enough, I know/knew an E5 like that too. I agree it's kind of a strange phenomena.
 

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I'm becoming more resilient. I'm toughening up. I'm certain of this. But deep down, sometimes when I experience insensitivity as an adult, I am taken back to my childhood years when I took verbal abuse and harassment from my peers and internalized for days my own self-loathing over things I could not change about who I was and how I looked. At such times, I feel like that 5/10/15/20-year old girl hanging onto nothing but her rice paper thin layer of inner strength and self-worth.
 

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I do so too.. I forget peoples name though I remember their faces and our interaction quite vividly. I feel bad about the people I forgot.
Anyways, my 5 confession is...Let me see. Probably my devastation of being lame and withdrawn in general. I wish I could get out of my head but I cant. I feel sorry for the people I rejected, I never mean any harm. It just take me more time to let people in, or getting use to people. Especially when they fascinates me. Be not-extraordinary please, people I like. Then probably we could get some real chemistry.
And for my close friends, past and present. Sorry for being emotionally nihilistic and seeming uncaring about your life. I wish I could be more empathetic, and appreciate your effort trying to understand and compromise my need to detach/withdrawn/ponder. But because I didn't, I hope you forgive me.
I feel horrible towards my family, whom I always burden. I hope future me is rich so I could support you financially. I love you guys to death, I'm just not that good expressing feelings without feeling embarrass of the exposure.
Most of time my mind is wandering some place else, when talking with people or hearing a lecture. I'm somewhat proud of my mental ability but resent it simultaneously. I miss minor details of certain situation because of this versatility.
Sometime I wish I could be normal. That would be comforting, not worrying about matters that is not relevant with your daily activities. Less agitated about random issues, do not value solitude immensely, blend in and be a link in the chain instead of a pliers.
My sexual variant give me the habitual of daydreaming, specifically romantic ones. I wish I could inform people around me about all of this beautiful imagery I made up. Its very surreal!
 

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This is a completely random confession that another post made me think of. For some reason I have always felt uncomfortable saying the name of whoever I'm talking to, my boyfriend included. I rarely use people's names because it makes me self conscious - it's completely bizarre. After 4 years my boyfriend recently commented on how odd it is. I agree.
I do this too! I realized it several years ago when I called someone by name...I had known them about 6 years and they were shocked. They said that was the first time they've ever heard me say their name. I don't know why it feels so awkward to call people by their names? I've tried to use people's names more...but it feels so unnatural and I will get nervous and call people the wrong name, guess I am just out of practice, haha
 

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I confess that I feel guilty very easily and I know I really need to work on this and figure out where it is coming from and fight it.
I take guilt on really easily and am prone to adopt this sort of false responsibility. People may see me as being lazy or escapist at times, but really, I just pick up on negativity from others and put the weight on myself. It gets too much to bear and I just sort of collapse at times, I just shut down.
I'm researching about this tendency now and am getting peace by identifying the problem, but am still a bit at a loss on what I should do about fixing this.
 

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This is a completely random confession that another post made me think of. For some reason I have always felt uncomfortable saying the name of whoever I'm talking to, my boyfriend included. I rarely use people's names because it makes me self conscious - it's completely bizarre. After 4 years my boyfriend recently commented on how odd it is. I agree.
This is common for me too. It feels strange to me because I do not like to think that I need anything from anyone, and calling someone by their name is like directly asking that person for their attention.
 

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This is a completely random confession that another post made me think of. For some reason I have always felt uncomfortable saying the name of whoever I'm talking to, my boyfriend included. I rarely use people's names because it makes me self conscious - it's completely bizarre. After 4 years my boyfriend recently commented on how odd it is. I agree.
My husband does this with me, and he is a 5. He tends to call me "Sweetie" rather than by my first name. He only calls me by my first name when he really, really wants to get my attention. I tend to call him by his first name, rather than by a pet name.

ETA: He seems to have always had this issue with me, as far as I can recall. He tended to avoid calling me by name when we first got involved. He seems to have less of a problem with this in impersonal relationships, like with co-workers, for instance.
 

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I've thought I was a Type 7 for the longest time because I've always been an entertainment addict. Which, it occurred to me the other day, has simply been a means to occupy my head. My ENTP Ti function makes me dissect every emotion and abstraction, reduce them to particles. Makes me beholden to bouts of absolute nihilism. I don't like that emptiness, hence the cheap stimuli.

Were I a 7, or a true all-out extrovert, I suppose socialising would energise me. Doesn't, though. If a substitute poses itself, really good books or a captivating TV series, I can abandon social life for days, even weeks on my own, without feeling a need for others.

So, I guess I'm confessing hello, everyone, I'm one of those rare ENTP type Fives.

Wait, that's more a realisation, not a confession. Alright, here's one:

I selfishly use other people to sedate my feelings of meaninglessness, and when they can't serve as such, I unconscientiously reject them.
 

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I am an insanely jealous person. I once spent an entire week in one of the horrid funks I've ever experienced because one of my friends who I kind of have a crush on said he would have sex with Lady Gaga. He's gay. Yah. It's that pathetic. I blame the 4 for that but the "let's over analyze the shit out of this" 5 DOES not help at all. I have to say that 5's with a 4 wing seem pretty common so God must have some sort of horribly twisted sense of humor.
 

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I am an insanely jealous person. I once spent an entire week in one of the horrid funks I've ever experienced because one of my friends who I kind of have a crush on said he would have sex with Lady Gaga. He's gay. Yah. It's that pathetic. I blame the 4 for that but the "let's over analyze the shit out of this" 5 DOES not help at all.
I've done that. (It wasn't the same situation though.)

I have to say that 5's with a 4 wing seem pretty common so God must have some sort of horribly twisted sense of humor.
I agree!
 

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My sis has said many times that I'm a kid at heart and she believes I'll always have that part of me no matter what. Days like today make me think her spidey sense about me is correct because I really do have a whimsical, effervescent side to me that emerges without any effort. It comes forth because of a color, a vibe, a song, a memory, anything. In reality, I am of true adult age, but my spirit/essence is of a 5 year old who wants to skip in a verdant pasture and sip lemonade with a friend and make new friends with animals.

Life is too short, so I might as well embrace the sparkle.
 

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My sis has said many times that I'm a kid at heart and she believes I'll always have that part of me no matter what. Days like today make me think her spidey sense about me is correct because I really do have a whimsical, effervescent side to me that emerges without any effort. It comes forth because of a color, a vibe, a song, a memory, anything. In reality, I am of true adult age, but my spirit/essence is of a 5 year old who wants to skip in a verdant pasture and sip lemonade with a friend and make new friends with animals.

Life is too short, so I might as well embrace the sparkle.
My core is a 4 w 5... and, yes, that child of mine she does love to come dancing in and play with all animals. I just never know when that might be... she likes to surprise me! Made me smile like crazy reading your post! ;)
 

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I'm very vocal in the shower. I often sing, sometimes hum . . . circumstances permitting, I've made quite a racket, on occasion. But that's not my confession.

I also think in the shower. And today, as a particular line of thought concerning my "grand problem" in life rose to a crescendo, I started talking out loud to myself. I started what I'm tentatively calling "self-therapy." At first, it was just like any other nondescript instance of self-dialogue. But it got sort of bizarre.

In my mind, instead of talking to myself, I began talking to "my" therapist. I clearly envisaged his form and features, despite never having encountered this individual in the real world. A middle-aged, heavyset, balding man emerged before my surveying consciousness—entirely a product of my imagination. I would explain various elements of the problem to this guy, and he would respond with probing questions of the sort a real therapist might ask (sometimes "telepathically"—and sometimes vicariously, through my actual speech).

It didn't feel dissociative or unpleasant. It wasn't uncomfortably vivid, and certainly wasn't hallucinatory. I retained conscious awareness of what was going on, and I just sort of sat back and let it happen. I suppose it might arguably be subsumed under depersonalization to the extent that I experienced a sense of "observing" myself interacting with a projection of . . . myself, but it distinguished itself enough from other dissociative episodes I've experienced that I stand by my earlier statement. I uniquely retained full control here and simply elected not to intervene. But I could have.

I just thought it was a really curious phenomenon. Totally spontaneous, not premeditated in the slightest . . . I do weird stuff like this on a fairly regular basis, though.

Anyway, thinking about it is making me feel a little crazy. Am I crazy? Has anyone else engaged in this behavior? :confused:
 

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I'm very vocal in the shower. I often sing, sometimes hum . . . circumstances permitting, I've made quite a racket, on occasion. But that's not my confession.

I also think in the shower. And today, as a particular line of thought concerning my "grand problem" in life rose to a crescendo, I started talking out loud to myself. I started what I'm tentatively calling "self-therapy." At first, it was just like any other nondescript instance of self-dialogue. But it got sort of bizarre.

In my mind, instead of talking to myself, I began talking to "my" therapist. I clearly envisaged his form and features, despite never having encountered this individual in the real world. A middle-aged, heavyset, balding man emerged before my surveying consciousness—entirely a product of my imagination. I would explain various elements of the problem to this guy, and he would respond with probing questions of the sort a real therapist might ask (sometimes "telepathically"—and sometimes vicariously, through my actual speech).

It didn't feel dissociative or unpleasant. It wasn't uncomfortably vivid, and certainly wasn't hallucinatory. I retained conscious awareness of what was going on, and I just sort of sat back and let it happen. I suppose it might arguably be subsumed under depersonalization to the extent that I experienced a sense of "observing" myself interacting with a projection of . . . myself, but it distinguished itself enough from other dissociative episodes I've experienced that I stand by my earlier statement. I uniquely retained full control here and simply elected not to intervene. But I could have.

I just thought it was a really curious phenomenon. Totally spontaneous, not premeditated in the slightest . . . I do weird stuff like this on a fairly regular basis, though.

Anyway, thinking about it is making me feel a little crazy. Am I crazy? Has anyone else engaged in this behavior? :confused:
I don't think that sounds that odd. It sounds more or less the way that I journal - I've found in the last few years that journalling is all the extra support I generally need to work through most of my problems.
 

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I've thought I was a Type 7 for the longest time because I've always been an entertainment addict. Which, it occurred to me the other day, has simply been a means to occupy my head. My ENTP Ti function makes me dissect every emotion and abstraction, reduce them to particles. Makes me beholden to bouts of absolute nihilism. I don't like that emptiness, hence the cheap stimuli.

Were I a 7, or a true all-out extrovert, I suppose socialising would energise me. Doesn't, though. If a substitute poses itself, really good books or a captivating TV series, I can abandon social life for days, even weeks on my own, without feeling a need for others.

So, I guess I'm confessing hello, everyone, I'm one of those rare ENTP type Fives.

Wait, that's more a realisation, not a confession. Alright, here's one:

I selfishly use other people to sedate my feelings of meaninglessness, and when they can't serve as such, I unconscientiously reject them.
the big difference between 5 and 7 is how developed are your interests? 5 psychology is about a need for mastery in interests, 7 psychology is about a need for amusement in interests. 7s move on when an interest becomes unamusing, a 5 will tend to not move on until they've reached mastery, and for some interests, that could take a lifetime. if you are not an expert in anything and/or don't think you have the interest to ever be (because you prefer to move on to other things) you are more likely a 7. you can be a seven and be introverted (if people don't amuse you).

bottom line: if entertainment/amusement is more important to you than mastery, then you are a seven.
 

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the big difference between 5 and 7 is how developed are your interests? 5 psychology is about a need for mastery in interests, 7 psychology is about a need for amusement in interests. 7s move on when an interest becomes unamusing, a 5 will tend to not move on until they've reached mastery, and for some interests, that could take a lifetime. if you are not an expert in anything and/or don't think you have the interest to ever be (because you prefer to move on to other things) you are more likely a 7. you can be a seven and be introverted (if people don't amuse you).

bottom line: if entertainment/amusement is more important to you than mastery, then you are a seven.
Interesting litmus test. Makes sense.

Okay, rant incoming, pay no heed.

I do spend a disproportionate amount of time thinking about my hobbies, how to get better at them. If I daydream, I usually think about them. I've got a dozen notepads on my desktop that I fill up with random notes that really don't matter much anymore.

Many of these interests I've had since I was a child, and haven't given up on. Dreams, as it were, that if I get good enough, I can live off them, save up money and I won't want for anything ever again for some freak recession or an incompetent employer. Be untouchable.

When I think about it, I haven't actually shifted interests for a very long time. Or gotten any new ones. Apart from this whole personality typing business, and I feel I can't shelf it before I've shone a light in every nook and cranny of my head. If I know my self, I can't touch me either, not in any way I couldn't explain.

Also, I've been intimately familiar with dozens and maybe hundreds of people since my high school days. I've bled and fought and drank and wept and won and lost and slept with a lot of people, but none of them are really in my inner circle. Except my classmates from high school, who are basically the only ones I could really confide in. It's really annoying, though, because there isn't a rational reason for it, really.

ALRIGHT, alright, rant over, uncomfortably big block of text is mostly for my benefit.

Summary, I still say I'm a Five.
 
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