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INFP treasures? / Watchmen
Mar. 7th, 2009 10:14 pmWhoa, my friend is writing a book... o.o
And another friend went skydiving as well!
Sometimes it feels like I'm not really doing much with my life. Well.. not exactly like that.
I enjoy the things I do and discover each day that I live... like finding a hidden cafe somewhere, or finding a nice quiet spot to call my own. These are the things that make me happy on a daily basis. However, whenever my friends say something like... "Hey, guess what... I went skydiving!!".... I doubt it compares to me saying, "Hey, guess what, I found a really cool tree up in the hills that I can relax under!"
A lot of the things I do in daily life are really nothing much to brag about to others. They're nothing extraordinary or spectacular.. but to me, they are things that make my life worthwhile. Just the other day, I was standing under the falling leaves of winter under the clear sky... and made me shiver. It was one of those times I felt happy to be alive. I guess not being able to talk about them to others in such a manner produces a little bit of the loneliness I feel sometimes. Not being able to share these things makes them even more personal to me, like they're hidden treasures tucked away deep inside of my heart. My life is composed of all these different memories and things... so much that it makes it feel to me that my whole life is a hidden treasure that's waiting to be shared.
But I don't know. Not everyone can see what I treasure in the same way. I guess that's why I keep so many things to myself. These treasures to me seem so fragile and small compared to something like.. "I WENT SKYDIVING."
I wonder if this is what makes an INFP. Do they all have an ability to take something they like and take it within themselves, causing it to be so much more special than it is to someone else. I have a feeling this is what makes an INFP... their lives made up of valuable treasures that shine inside of them. At the same time, I feel like this is where their loneliness comes from... though their inability to share these things with the rest of the world.
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Watchmen was the talk of the campus on Friday. Everyone before class was chatting about how they would go and see it that night. My friends and I already had the tickets bought for the IMAX show, just in case it would be sold out. 15 of us met for dinner at around 7:00, and waited in line at 9:00 PM, with the movie starting at 10:30. I have to say.. GEEZ, the line was packed. We came an hour and half before the movie started, and we were practically already at the end of the line! We all braved the freezing air just to see the movie in IMAX for $16 on opening night. Was it worth it?
I think that would depend on what your taste is. Majority of my friends loved it, few of them hated it.
Personally, I enjoyed it, but it's not something I would recommend to everyone. It's semi-dark, gritty, and full of violence and sex, yet also filled with some thought-provoking and idealistic concepts. In the end though, the movie didn't seem to leave me with a sense of awe or anything. Maybe it was because the movie ended at 1:30 AM.. and I was just really tired at that point.
And another friend went skydiving as well!
Sometimes it feels like I'm not really doing much with my life. Well.. not exactly like that.
I enjoy the things I do and discover each day that I live... like finding a hidden cafe somewhere, or finding a nice quiet spot to call my own. These are the things that make me happy on a daily basis. However, whenever my friends say something like... "Hey, guess what... I went skydiving!!".... I doubt it compares to me saying, "Hey, guess what, I found a really cool tree up in the hills that I can relax under!"
A lot of the things I do in daily life are really nothing much to brag about to others. They're nothing extraordinary or spectacular.. but to me, they are things that make my life worthwhile. Just the other day, I was standing under the falling leaves of winter under the clear sky... and made me shiver. It was one of those times I felt happy to be alive. I guess not being able to talk about them to others in such a manner produces a little bit of the loneliness I feel sometimes. Not being able to share these things makes them even more personal to me, like they're hidden treasures tucked away deep inside of my heart. My life is composed of all these different memories and things... so much that it makes it feel to me that my whole life is a hidden treasure that's waiting to be shared.
But I don't know. Not everyone can see what I treasure in the same way. I guess that's why I keep so many things to myself. These treasures to me seem so fragile and small compared to something like.. "I WENT SKYDIVING."
I wonder if this is what makes an INFP. Do they all have an ability to take something they like and take it within themselves, causing it to be so much more special than it is to someone else. I have a feeling this is what makes an INFP... their lives made up of valuable treasures that shine inside of them. At the same time, I feel like this is where their loneliness comes from... though their inability to share these things with the rest of the world.
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Watchmen was the talk of the campus on Friday. Everyone before class was chatting about how they would go and see it that night. My friends and I already had the tickets bought for the IMAX show, just in case it would be sold out. 15 of us met for dinner at around 7:00, and waited in line at 9:00 PM, with the movie starting at 10:30. I have to say.. GEEZ, the line was packed. We came an hour and half before the movie started, and we were practically already at the end of the line! We all braved the freezing air just to see the movie in IMAX for $16 on opening night. Was it worth it?
I think that would depend on what your taste is. Majority of my friends loved it, few of them hated it.
Personally, I enjoyed it, but it's not something I would recommend to everyone. It's semi-dark, gritty, and full of violence and sex, yet also filled with some thought-provoking and idealistic concepts. In the end though, the movie didn't seem to leave me with a sense of awe or anything. Maybe it was because the movie ended at 1:30 AM.. and I was just really tired at that point.
