Mental Drain
The summer heat is definitely doing something to my quality of writing. It’s just not as fluent and proficient as it used to be back in the spring. I don’t think I’m running on full as I was before. Even now as I’m typing this, I have more motivation because it’s not as hot outside as it was previously. Summer scorchers. Ugh.
They say that vitamin D is good for you and all, but it turns out that wearing sunblock blocks your absorption of vitamin D. Poop.
So if the sun is hot out and because I’m wearing sunblock, I won’t be getting any positive energy. Thanks ozone layer. I’ve tried to work in my office, but because of all the rain, there’s a bit of moisture in the room that my dehumidifier can’t get rid of. That is due to the fact that my father unplugs the dehumidifier when I’m not looking. Wait a second. Rain? Sun? Where am I going with this?
There’s too much heat so I’m stuck in my office. My office is now overheating because the dehumidifier is getting rid of moisture while heating up my room. Can it just be Fall again soon?
A change in personality
I love taking random personality quizzes to see how accurate they are. One of my personal favorites is the whole Jung/Personality Type quizzes. They traditionally have 16 types based of off four letters (Extraverted/Introverted, Sensing/iNtuition, Thinking/Feeling, and Judging/Perceiving). I used to pride myself being INFJ (which is the rarest of the 16). I recently took the test again and got this:
I'm now an INTJ (which they call a Strategist). I’ve moved from being Feeling to being a Thinker. Now granted, the break from Thinking vs Feeling is 53/47 (as is Intuitive vs. Sensing, but since that didn’t change, I’m not worrying), but I have this feeling that the move is apparently part of growing up.
Oh no, I’m growing up. I’m getting old.
Somewhere in my head, I’m changing. I’m using my head and not my passions. It’s odd though, I always considered myself a warm, open person so moving to Thinking which uses the words like “Firm” and “Impersonal” makes me feel almost dirty.
Maybe I need a test that takes like 150 questions to further shape the test. Any suggestions?
Why I like Disney (Part 1 of many)
- I’ve decided that I’m gonna try a continuing blog-thread that will spring up from time to time. I’m often asked why I like Disney. I’ll give one reason each post.
Because I like the man himself.
There’s something you can’t deny about Walt Disney, the person. He has passion, drive, and keen senses. Three qualities that I either want, or need to enhance. If anyone has gone through the One Man and his Dream exhibit in Hollywood Studios (which i normally dub The Studios), you would understand the turmoil that he had to go through (losing Oswald, war time, putting all his money in Snow White, etc.) and he still persevered.
I’m still amazed by what one man’s ideas accomplished. Without Walt Disney, we probably would have a very different view of animation, or even color. Disney was an experimenter; he didn’t want to follow the other movie producers.
I guess I just want to make an impact like Disney did. One day when I am old, I want people to think highly of me like they would of Walt Disney. I’m already convinced that I won’t make a huge impact, but if one person I know (or they read an article of mine) went, “He’s a good (insert noun here)” I would be happy.
Oh Family Guy, I love how nothing is sacred.
Oh and the Family Guy reference (“Are all the Jews gone yet?”) is hysterical.
Crisis of Conscience Part Deux
Waiting is a cruel mistress.
I just had dinner with my parents. We drove over to the buffet after my father suggested it. It basically sounded like this:
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Twenty minutes of awkward silence. I was pretty sure it was because my father turned to me and went, “You know, if you want to go back to school and take…say Pharmacy… well, you’re still young and you have the time.” I crossed my fingers and hoped that he was talking to the back of the head of the person on the table behind me.
There were other factors causing the silence. A) Sick people behind me and my parents staring at them, B) My mother sneaking off to the raceway after her seminar. C) The fact that I was floored by the statement.
I get it. I’m probably the only Filipino kid in the group that hasn’t landed a solid job. God knows that I’ve tried with countless business related jobs, and even a few communication based ones to no avail. I turned to one of my strengths and passions: writing. I know that I wasn’t that solid with it for a while (read: writing got traumatic and oddly emotional for me several times between 2000 and 2007). I picked up the Business-Marketing major as a crutch, a fear.
Now I have to wait weeks on end for a response from websites. Often times it’s a, “Thanks for applying, but your writing style isn’t what we’re looking for” (translated by me as: “You’re retarded for even applying.”). I may have gotten a break, but I’d only know if I got responses. After a long string of emails, I finally faxed paperwork recently. Now I wait.
Writing seems like one of the hardest things to explain to parents. At least with IT/Computer Programming, the parents have something to tell to their co-workers. I guess to their co-workers saying that I write for a website is about equal to unemployment
I guess I’m thankful for my sister for calling during the dinner out and my mother actually taking it. Rude, yes, but my salve for the night.
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