SOCKPUPPETARMAGEDDON

I created this blog upon request for a class. Since then it has become somewhat dear to me. I realize that (starting with this post) I, meaning you, Bryan, are the only person that is going to be reading/writing anything pertaining to this blog. Is it worth continuing? Wouldn't that be kind of strange? Writing a blog to and for yourself?
Probably.
You could try and gain a devoted fan-base—form a cult, perhaps. The Bryanists. But that will never happen, because you're an INFP and you don't seek attention,, acknowledgement, or fame.

But, am I not writing this, and this, and this and THIS, because I crave attention? Am I not writing this in hopes that, perhaps, God willing, some stranger (possibly some literary talent-scout-stranger?) might stumble upon my blog and see my writing for what it truly is: Brilliant and Original and Twisted and Poignant and Clever and, let's just say, a myriad of other cliched adjectives.

Anyway. Maybe this really is your last blog entry, Bryan. What do you want to say? Do you want to say something Poignant and Twisted? Or maybe you want to say something Brilliant with a dash of Clever and maybe just a pinch of something Twisted?

Something Like:

As I was driving to work today I counted seven flags at half-mast. The flags, of course, got me thinking about the Newtown massacre and how fucked up things can get in this world. Then I started thinking about December 21'st and how it might be the end of the world and how, especially for the parents of the Newtown victims, it might be a good idea for God to seriously consider following through with that plan.
If I was God and if I was trying to come up with a cool way to kill the earth, I think I'd gather up all the guns and the ammunition and the steel and the iron and the copper and the gold and the silver and the nickel and all the things that have built up our collective conglomerate of evil and I'd melt them all together and form them into a massive bullet-shaped-projectile-device and I'd blast that bitch at the speed of light straight into the earth's black heart.

Mr. INFP

Today my work asked me to fill out the online questionnaire: Carl Jung and Isabel Briggs Myers’ Typological Approach to Personality, and, to be honest, I really didn’t want to be a part of it. I didn’t want some internet site telling me who I am, or who I should be, or could be, or can’t be, et cetera. And even now, after having taken the questionnaire, I’m not really sure what to think about it. I will say that I’m a bit surprised at the depth of the end result. It wasn’t just some formulaic answer to life’s conundrums:

*You do not do well in stressful situations, Mr. Nolte. You might consider seeing your doctor about a possible risk of high blood pressure.

No, the results were detailed and thought-provoking. I ended up wasting a few hours at work (they started it) researching this stuff, and everything I’m reading seems to be pretty legit. Reading something that describes who you are specifically, in an almost obituary-esque fashion, is a rather surreal and uncomfortably revealing situation. I can only liken the experience to one that I had three years ago, an experience in which I was given the rare opportunity to speak with my future-self in the year 2067.

So, this is who I am:

INFP

Introvert (100%)
iNtuitive (50%)
Feeling (25%)
Perceiving (89%)

The percentages are important and have meaning, but I don’t feel like going into that. Which would explain why I answered “YES” to the statement: “Your decisions are based more on the feelings of a moment than on the careful planning”

If you want to know who I am (this article is possibly a blogpost/non-published/POS, but it's ripened with flattery and doesn't focus so much on the fact that the word "introvert" is really just a synonym for "asshole". But, then again, INFP's rarely give themselves enough credit.) click here:

http://www.personalitypage.com/INFP.html

If you want to know who you are, click here:

http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp

Rolaids for writers-block

http://www.tinhouse.com/blog/podcasts

sorry, but you're a racist pig.

Are you feeling good today? Are you feeling good about yourself? Are you feeling confident with your fine-tuned persona? Are you feeling confident and assured with the way you view/perceive/tolerate your fellow man? If so, then perhaps you are in need of a serious reality check, my friend.

Take some time with this site:

https://implicit.harvard.edu/implicit/

By doing so you will most likely come to this singular, incontrovertible conclusion:

YOU SUCK.