July 30, 2007

Friendship

“True friendship consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth and value.” —Ben Jonson

“However rare true love may be, it is less so than true friendship.” —La Rochefoucauld

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INFPs are quiet, creative, sensitive and perceptive souls who often strike others as shy, reserved and cool. These folks have a rare capacity for deep caring and commitment—both to the people and causes they idealize. INFPs guide their behavior by a strong inner sense of values, rather than by conventional logic and reason. Forced to cope with this facts-and-figures “real” world we inhabit, INFPs may appear to have been imported from another galaxy! They gravitate toward creative or human service careers which allow them to use their instinctive sense of empathy and remarkable communication skills. Strongly religious, spiritual or philosophical people, INFPs may see the purpose of their lives as an inner journey, quest or personal unfolding. More practical or rational types may tend to discredit the INFP’s sources or understanding as mystical. The search for a soulmate is a preoccupation for many INFPs, who must balance their need for privacy and peace with their yearning for human connection. If there seems to be an air of sadness in the INFP’s spirit, blame it on this type’s longing for the perfect in all things.*

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Anne of Green Gables:

“Marilla,” she demanded presently, “Do you think that I shall ever have a bosom friend in Avonlea?”

“A—a what kind of friend?”

“A bosom friend—an intimate friend, you know—a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul. I’ve dreamed of meeting her all my life. I never really supposed I would, but so many of my loveliest dreams have come true all at once that perhaps this one will, too. Do you think it’s possible?”

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“When I lived with Mrs. Thomas, she had a bookcase in her sitting room with glass doors. There weren’t any books in it; Mrs. Thomas kept her best china and her preserves there—when she had any preserves to keep. One of the doors was broken. Mr. Thomas smashed it one night when he was slightly intoxicated. But the other was whole and I used to pretend that my reflection in it was another little girl who lived in it. I called her Katie Maurice, and we were very intimate. I used to talk to her by the hour, especially on Sunday, and tell her everything.

“Katie was the comfort and consolation of my life. We used to pretend that the bookcase was enchanted and that if I only knew the spell I could open the door and step right into the room where Katie Maurice lived, instead of into Mrs. Thomas’ shelves of preserves and china. And then Katie Maurice would have taken me by the hand and led me out into a wonderful place, all flowers and sunshine and fairies, and we would have lived there happy for ever after.

“When I went to live with Mrs. Hammond, it just broke my heart to leave Katie Maurice. She felt it dreadfully, too, I know she did, for she was crying when she kissed me good-bye through the bookcase door. There was no bookcase at Mrs. Hammond’s. But just up the river a little way from the house there was a long green little valley, and the loveliest echo lived there. It echoed back every word you said, even if you didn’t talk a bit loud. So I imagined that it was a little girl called Violetta and we were great friends and I loved her almost as well as I loved Katie Maurice—not quite, but almost, you know.

“The night before I left, I said good-bye to Violetta, and oh, her good-bye came back to me in such sad, sad tones.”

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“I think it’s just as well,” said Marilla drily. “I don’t approve of such goings-on. You seem to half believe your own imaginations. It will be well for you to have a real live friend to put such nonsense out of your head. But don’t let Mrs. Barry hear you talking about your Katie Maurices and your Violettas or she’ll think you tell stories.”

“Oh, I won’t. I couldn’t talk of them to everybody—their memories are too sacred for that. But I thought I’d like to have you know about them. Oh, look, here’s a big bee just tumbled out of an apple blossom. Just think what a lovely place to live—in an apple blossom! Fancy going to sleep in it when the wind was rocking it. If I wasn’t a human girl, I think I’d like to be a bee and live among the flowers.”

“Yesterday you wanted to be a sea gull,” sniffed Marilla. “I think you are very fickle minded. I told you to learn that prayer and not talk. But it seems impossible for you to stop talking if you’ve got anybody that will listen to you.”

“I don’t fit in any boxes!”

I don’t fit in any boxes!
Everybody seems to have a place but me.
By Cary Tennis, salon.com

Dear Cary,

I wish I could fit into boxes. You know, the kind that people put each other in to understand each other. The kind that help people relate and find common ground. The kind that help people make friends and know where to look for friends.

But every time I try to get into one, the people inside say I don’t fit.

I tried the “married” box, but everyone in it said, “You’re 26 and you’ve been married for five years? Why the hell’d you do that?”

I tried the “parents” box, but they said, “Sure, you can hang out with us. So you’re a dad? That’s great. Let’s talk about our fancy new houses and 401Ks.”

I even tried the “employed” box, but everyone said, “Oh, you and your fancy Ph.D. are way too smart for us. Why don’t you go play with all of your intellectual buddies.”

The last time I tried the “guys” box, they said, “You look like you’re 16 and need a sandwich, dude. Go play some video games or something.” But I can’t help it. I’ve got a high metabolism and an aversion to dairy. And meat. And I like video games.

I even asked my wife if I could get into the “husband” box, and she told me that she thinks I’m a bit too goofy and abstract to be a real husband.

So I’m standing out here all alone, outside all of these boxes full of people, wondering who the hell am I and whose 40-year-old midlife crisis I’m about to have. Any ideas?

Out of the Box

Continue reading…

“One good friend is better than a million acquaintances”

One good friend is better than a million acquaintances.”

The Front Row

Everyone can’t be in the front row…

Life is a theater, invite your audience carefully. Not everyone can or should (or is healthy enough to) have a front row seat in our lives. There are some people that need to be loved from a distance. It’s amazing what you can accomplish when you let go of, or at least minimize, your time with draining, negative, incompatible, not-going-anywhere relationships/friendships.

Observe the relationships around you. Pay attention. Which ones lift and which ones lean? Which ones encourage and which ones discourage? Which ones are on a path of uphill growth and which ones are going downhill? When you leave certain people, do you feel worse or better? Which ones always have drama, or don’t really understand, know, or appreciate you?

The more you seek quality, respect, growth, peace of mind, love and truth around you, the easier it will become for you to decide who gets to sit in the front row and who should be moved to the balcony of your life. You can’t change the people around you. But you can change the people you’re around.

—Author: Unknown

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“Although two well-developed individuals of any type can enjoy a healthy relationship, INFP’s natural partner is the ENFJ, or the ESFJ. INFP’s dominant function of Introverted Feeling is best matched with a partner whose dominant function is Extraverted Feeling. The INFP/ENFJ combination is ideal, because it shares the Sensing way of peceiving, but the INFP/ESFJ combination is also a good match.” Continue reading “INFP Relationships

Clueless?

Continue reading “Dumbing Ourselves Down”

July 9, 2007

Heart Reef, Australia

Heart Reef. Great Barrier Reef, Australia.

“If the apple’s worth wanting…”

Mrs. Farley: “There’s nothing more romantic than going through life, with all of its spins, with someone you love. Someone who loves and understands you. Someone who’ll be there for the big bouquets—children, grandchildren, a new house, a well-earned promotion. And for the weeds—illnesses, a burned dinner, a bad day at work.”

Sam: “There are people who get used to taking care of the bouquets and the weeds alone.”

Mrs. Farley: “I admire independence. The world would be a stronger place if we were all capable of handling life on our own. But being capable of it doesn’t mean being unable to share and depend on someone else. It shouldn’t mean being unwilling to. That’s the romance.”

Sam: “I never saw my parents share much more than an affection for Italian designers and a box at the opera.”

Mrs. Farley: “That’s a shame for them, isn’t it? Some people don’t know how to give love, or how to ask for it.”

Sam: “Sometimes the answer’s no.”

Mrs. Farley: “And sometimes it isn’t. Some people expect things to fall into their lap. Oh, they might work a bit for it. I’ll just shake this tree and, if I shake it long enough, that pretty red apple will plop right into my hand. Never occurs to them that they might have to climb the damn tree, fall out a couple of times, get some scrapes and bruises before they get that apple. Because, if the apple’s worth wanting, it’s worth risking a broken neck.”

—Nora Roberts, Face the Fire

Toni Morrison: Love

“Young people, Lord.

“Do they still call it infatuation? That magic ax that chops away the world in one blow, leaving only the couple standing there trembling?

“Whatever they call it, it leaps over anything, takes the biggest chair, the largest slice, rules the ground wherever it walks, from a mansion to a swamp, and its selfishness is its beauty. Before I was reduced to singsong, I saw all kinds of mating. Most are two-night stands trying to last a season. Some, the riptide ones, claim exclusive right to the real name, even though everybody drowns in its wake. People with no imagination feed it with sex—the clown of love.

“They don’t know the real kinds, the better kinds, where losses are cut and everybody benefits. It takes a certain intelligence to love like that—softly, without props. But the world is such a showpiece, maybe that’s why folks try to outdo it, put everything they feel onstage just to prove they can think up things too: handsome scary things like fights to the death, adultery, setting sheets afire. They fail, of course. The world outdoes them every time.

“While they are busy showing off, digging other people’s graves, hanging themselves on a cross, running wild in the streets, cherries are quietly turning from green to red, oysters are suffering pearls and children are catching rain in their mouths expecting the drops to be cold but they’re not; they are warm and smell like pineapple before they get heavier and heavier, so heavy and fast they can’t be caught one at a time. Poor swimmers head for shore while strong ones wait for lightning’s silver veins. Bottle-green clouds sweep in, pushing the rain inland where palm trees pretend to be shocked by the wind. Women scatter shielding their hair and men bend low holding the women’s shoulders against their chests. I run too, finally. I say finally because I do like a good storm. I would be one of those people on the weather channel leaning into the wind while lawmen shout in megaphones: ‘Get moving!’”

—Toni Morrison, Love

ESTJ seeks INFP: Looking for Love Through Personality Tests

“Do you know what I learned from you? I learned what’s possible and now I must hold out for what I thought we had. I want to be very close to someone I respect and admire and have somebody who feels the same way about me. That or nothing. I realized that what I’m looking for is not what you’re looking for. You don’t want what I want.”

“What do you think I want?” I asked.

“Exactly what you have. Many women you know a little and don’t care very much about. Superficial flirtations, mutual use, no chance of love. That’s my idea of hell. Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, Richard, in which there is no love. Horrible! Leave me out of it.”

—Richard Bach, The Bridge Across Forever

“As an empathist, you strive for a special union, a mystical connection, a knowledge of the other that is so profound that words aren’t needed for communication. The empathist wants to make a mystical connection with one special partner: growing, learning, understanding, maturing, as a continuous process throughout life.”

Continue reading “Know Your Mating Type: The Intuitive Feeler (NF) Empathist”

“INFPs feels tremendous loyalty and commitment to their relationships. With the Feeling preference dominating their personality, harmony and warm feelings are central to the INFP’s being. They feel a need to be in a committed, loving relationship. If they are not involved in such a relationship, the INFP will be either actively searching for one, or creating one in their own minds. INFPs tendency to be idealistic and romantically-minded may cause them to fantasize frequently about a “more perfect” relationship or situation. They may also romanticize their mates into having qualities which they do not actually possess.”

Continue reading “INFP Relationships”

In general, INFJ, INFP and INTP types tend to be the most dissatisfied with marriage or intimate relationships, while ENFJ, ESFP and ESFJs are most satisfied. —MBTI Manual, 3rd edition, 1998

People tend to marry similar rather than dissimilar types. This happens more often than would be expected by chance. —MBTI Manual, 3rd edition, 1998

INTP men tend to have the lowest percentage of relationships in which both partners were satisfied. —MBTI Manual, 3rd edition, 1998

Extroverted and introverted types can have vastly different expectations for a Friday night. At the end of a tiring work week, extroverts are often eager to go out and socialize. Introverts need to stay at home to recharge their batteries. —Life Types, Warner Books, 1989

Continue reading “ESTJ seeks INFP: Looking for Love Through Personality Tests”

A Soldier’s Letter

“The continued, childish pursuit of ‘tail’ continues throughout most men’s lives and overshadows everything else.

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“I think most men hit the point where they decide to get married simply out of social responsibility and guilt. They feel they owe it to their parents or somehow that’s the ‘proper’ thing to do. In reality, I have only met two ‘happily married’ men in my life who give their wives the level of dedication and respect women deserve.

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“Most women can’t see it though. They fall for it every time and end up getting used, and then discussed in crude conversations around the world for the next 20 years.”

Continue reading “A Soldier’s Letter”

I/E: When Opposites Attract

At the very least, say introverts and extroverts who are in love, life is surely interesting.

“Trust me, we’ve had our challenges,” said Lariza Ozuna, 39, a self-professed introvert engaged to extroverted Andrew Carlson, 32. “But we’ve also had our triumphs.” For starters, Ozuna is learning why her fiancé would prefer a trip to Las Vegas over her preference—a weekend at a cabin “up north.”

Continue reading “Introverts and Extroverts”

Osho: Love is Fire

Love is painful because it creates the way for bliss. Love is painful because it transforms; love is mutation. Each transformation is going to be painful because the old has to be left for the new. The old is familiar, secure, safe, the new is absolutely unknown. You will be moving in an uncharted ocean. You cannot use your mind with the new; with the old, the mind is skillful. Hence, fear arises—and leaving the old, comfortable, safe world, the world of convenience—pain arises.

It is the same pain that the child feels when he comes out of the womb of the mother. It is the same pain that the bird feels when he comes out of the egg. It is the same pain that the bird will feel when he will try for the first time to be on the wing. The fear of the unknown, and the security of the known, the insecurity of the unknown, the unpredictability of the unknown, makes one very much frightened. And, because the transformation is going to be from the self towards a state of no-self, agony is very deep. But you cannot have ecstasy without agony. If gold wants to be purified, it has to pass through fire.

Love is fire. It is because of the pain of love that millions of people live a loveless life. They suffer and their suffering is futile. To suffer in love is not to suffer in vain. To suffer in love is creative; it takes you to higher levels of consciousness. To suffer without love is utterly a waste; it leads you nowhere, it keeps you moving in the same vicious circle. The man who is without love is narcissistic, he is closed. He knows only himself. And how much can he know himself if he has not known the other, because only the other can function as a mirror? You will never know yourself without knowing the other. Love is very fundamental for self-knowledge too. The person who has not known the other in deep love, in intense passion, in utter ecstasy, will not be able to know who he is, because he will not have the mirror to see his own reflection.

A relationship is a mirror and the purer the love is, the higher the love is, the better the mirror, the cleaner the mirror. But the higher love needs that you should be open. The higher love needs you to be vulnerable. You have to drop your armor; that is painful. You have not to be constantly on guard. You have to drop the calculating mind. You have to risk. You have to live dangerously. The other can hurt you; that is the fear in being vulnerable. The other can reject you; that is the fear in being in love. The reflection that you will find in the other of your own self may be ugly; that is the anxiety. Avoid the mirror. But by avoiding the mirror you are not going to become beautiful. By avoiding the situation you are not going to grow either. The challenge has to be taken. One has to go into love. That is the first step and it cannot be bypassed. You become aware of your totality only when you are provoked by the presence of the other, when your presence is enhanced by the presence of the other, when you are brought out of your narcissistic, closed world under the open sky.

Love is an open sky. To be in love is to be on the wing. But certainly, the unbounded sky creates fear. And to drop the ego is very painful because we have been taught to cultivate the ego. We think the ego is our only treasure. We have been protecting it, we have been decorating it, we have been continuously polishing it, and when love knocks on the door, all that is needed to fall in love is to put aside the ego; certainly it is painful.

It is your whole life’s work, it is all that you have created—this ugly ego, this idea that “I am separate from existence.” This idea is ugly because it is untrue. This idea is illusory but our society exists and is based on this idea that each person is a person, not a presence. The truth is that there is no person at all in the world; there is only presence. You are not—not as an ego, separate from the whole. You are part of the whole. The whole penetrates you, the whole breathes in you, pulsates in you, the whole is your life.

Love gives you the first experience of being in tune with something that is not your ego. Love gives you the first lesson that you can fall into harmony with someone who has never been part of your ego. If you can be in harmony with a woman, if you can be in harmony with a friend, with a man, if you can be in harmony with your child or with your mother, why can’t you be in harmony with all human beings? And if to be in harmony with a single person gives such joy, what will be the outcome if you are in harmony with all human beings? And if you can be in harmony with all human beings, why can’t you be in harmony with animals and birds and trees? Then one step leads to another.

Love is a ladder. It starts with one person, it ends with the totality. To be afraid of love, to be afraid of the growing pains of love, is to remain enclosed in a dark cell. Modern man is living in a dark cell; it is narcissistic. Narcissism is the greatest obsession of the modern mind. And then there are problems, problems which are meaningless. There are problems which are creative because they lead you to higher awareness. There are problems which lead you nowhere; they simply keep you tethered, they simply keep you in your old mess. Love creates problems. You can avoid those problems by avoiding love. But those are very essential problems! They have to be faced, encountered; they have to be lived and gone through and gone beyond. And to go beyond, the way is through.

Love is the only real thing worth doing. All else is secondary. If it helps love, it is good. All else is just a means, love is the end. So whatsoever the pain, go into love. If you don’t go into love, as many people have decided, then you are stuck with yourself. Then your life is not a pilgrimage, then your life is not a river going to the ocean; your life is a stagnant pool, dirty, and soon there will be nothing but dirt and mud. To keep clean, one needs to keep flowing. A river remains clean because it goes on flowing. Flow is the process of remaining continuously virgin. A lover remains a virgin. All lovers are virgins. The people who don’t love cannot remain virgins; they become dormant, stagnant; they start stinking sooner or later—and sooner than later—because they have nowhere to go. Their life is dead. That’s where modern man finds himself, and because of this, all kinds of neuroses, all kinds of madnesses, have become rampant.

Psychological illness has taken epidemic proportions. It is no more that a few individuals are psychologically ill; the reality is the whole earth has become a madhouse. The whole of humanity is suffering from a kind of neurosis. And that neurosis is coming from your narcissistic stagnancy. Everyone is stuck with one’s own illusion of having a separate self; then people go mad. And this madness is meaningless, unproductive, uncreative. Or people start committing suicide. Those suicides are also unproductive, uncreative. You may not commit suicide by taking poison or jumping from a cliff or by shooting yourself, but you can commit a suicide which is a very slow process, and that’s what happens. Very few people commit suicide suddenly. Others have decided for a slow suicide; gradually, slowly, slowly they die. But almost, the tendency to be suicidal has become universal. This is no way to live, and the reason, the fundamental reason, is we have forgotten the language of love. We are no more courageous enough to go into that adventure called love. Hence people are interested in sex, because sex is not risky. It is momentary, you don’t get involved.

Love is involvement; it is commitment. It is not momentary. Once it takes roots, it can be forever. It can be a lifelong involvement. Love needs intimacy, and only when you are intimate does the other become a mirror. When you meet sexually with a woman or a man, you have not met at all; in fact, you avoided the soul of the other person. You just used the body and escaped, and the other used your body and escaped. You never became intimate enough to reveal each other’s original faces.

Love is the greatest Zen known. It is painful, but don’t avoid it. If you avoid it you have avoided the greatest opportunity to grow. Go into it, suffer love, because through the suffering comes great ecstasy. Yes, there is agony, but out of the agony, ecstasy is born. And love will give you the first tongue-tip-taste of Tao, of Sufism, of Zen. Love will give you the first proof that life is not meaningless. The people who say life is meaningless are the people who have not known love. All that they are saying is that their life has missed love.

Let there be pain, let there be suffering. Go through the dark night, and you will reach to a beautiful sunrise. It is only in the womb of the dark night that the sun evolves. It is only through the dark night that the morning comes. My whole approach here is that of love. I teach only love and only love and nothing else.

Love is a tariqa, a method, to kill you as a separate individual and to help you become the infinite. Disappear as a dewdrop and become the ocean, but you will have to pass through the door of love. And certainly when one starts disappearing like a dewdrop, and one has lived long as a dewdrop, it hurts, because one has been thinking, “I am this, and now this is going. I am dying.” You are not dying, but only an illusion is dying. You have become identified with the illusion, true, but the illusion is still an illusion. And only when the illusion is gone will you be able to see who you are. And that revelation brings you to the ultimate peak of joy, bliss, celebration.

—Osho