I am drawn to your blog and thus a window on your life like a moth to flame. Even in anominity I am not sure I could lay my life bare for any to see as you have. I am deeply guarded and wear my armor comfortably. Reading this I found myself sad, then happy then glad for you, eating up each word as your story unfolded. Bravo!

“That wich does not kill us makes us stronger”

Unfortunatley for a story’s sake, My child hood was rather much like a Norman Rockwell. Picket fences, horses, yachts, red barns, baseball, and dinner at 6.

Sure we had some hard times like the five years after my brother died in 1974 and alcohol was a comfort to my parents and most things unraveled while I was sent to live for the summer with the neighbors. Things got better though my mom still brings up some indescretions of the female pursuasions my father had. I was never hit by them but always had that fear. Not sure why as I never saw my siblings hit either. It was just that “behave or I’ll tell your father” line. Mostly I feared to disappoint them.

No parent should have to bury their child.

My School was public and they were very good at that time. I am most grateful my parents moved us upstate from Levitt town in Long Island where the schools were becoming very racial and if you didn’t fit a particular demigraphic, you got a beating every day. So off to the country where it was quiet. Alot of my friends parents were teachers and one was the principal or head master. We got away with alot and had free roam of the school grounds, library and media rooms. Mostly none got into trouble. I guess I was not one of that crowd though I had alot of friends who were in that crowd. We had loads of fun and lots of room to roam and occupy our time. Lots of good tales there. But the best times in memory, were with my family believe it or not.

I had my first beer at 17 and later that year my first girl. I met that girl on the night of my first beer after a formal dance. Her date that night was a jerk as was mine and so we were left at the dance together instead of outside dringing or smoking.
I graduated then went off to a private University. Here in the States we break up our lives into Grade school, Middle school, High School then higher education at a university. Each is clearly defined and separate and each marks a distinct change in life, each different from the last. With each change you may find new friends and leave old behind as your classes are mixxed up and shuffled just for that reason.

As life goes I’ve lost track of my best college chums. My best friend went back to Hong Kong to be a banker and the others each off to be lawyers, farmers, techs, and such tot he four corners of the country. each have lives, wives and children.
Funny how you take oaths to never lose track on Graduation day but life has other intentions as spouses, children and bills take over. Letters slow, emails become fewer but Christmas cards still hang on the longest.

Well I digress here and enough of my boring, mundane muggle life. I will keep the rest to my self I think so you all can regain consciousness.

There is somthing to this bloggin that feels freeing to ones spirit.

Thanks for blogging Cordielia and alowing my silly responses.

Jag funderar på om du kanske ändå trots allt inte är INTJ i botten, utan att du utvecklat det som försvarsmekanismer. Du tycks ha väldigt mycket SJ (ex vis ISFJ) i dig , men du lever idag som en en utpräglad INTJ:are - därför får du de testresultaten.

Själv har jag släppt tanken på att jag skulle vara INTJ (av liknande orsaker) och får aha-uplevelser av ENFP/ENFJ-beskrivningarna.

I did not expect anything quite so long, and I did not expect to keep reading…but I did!

Tack för allt du beskriver.. Du skulle kunna skriva en bok om antagligen vad du vill..

Tuff tjej! Go girl

What safety there is in the expected.

English summary: These comments mention that I could write commercially.. I’d love to, but how do you get started? Also, my English is not perfect, so I’d have to write in Swedish, I think? Or perhaps I could be one of those writters who is “artistically” poor at English…

Your English is simple, clear and nice to read.

If you were a native English speaker you might be tempted to be verbose.

Eftersom vi nu är inne på typ och författarskap - kolla det här:

http://www.typereporter.com/bk_WritingYOURNaturalWay.html

Och efter vidare efterforskningar (jag gör research för att starta upp ett företag som analyserar personlighetstyper på bloggar) är du nu åter INTJ i mina ögon, såvitt du inte skriver om dina texter väldigt mycket utifrån första utkastet.

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