It’s odd how others view me as their close friend, as part of their inner-circle. It always comes as a surprise to hear that expressed (explicitly) to me. It always seems so sudden. It always seems to form so quickly on their end when I see them as mere acquaintances. How could they perceive such closeness between us when I feel so distant from them? (Is it just Fe?)
It’s odd how others can be incomplete yet still live fulfilling lives and form close relationships. In typical Enneagram 5 fashion, I’m still in preparation mode to live my life. Like a simulation, role-playing, or strategy game, I prefer to level up or max out on skills first and read and understand all the rules prior to stepping into actual gameplay — the game of life, in this case. I mention the cruciality of the acquisition of knowledge to others; they understand and agree but don’t seem as perturbed as I am about it — because they aren’t 5s. I will never acquire sufficient knowledge nor be knowledgeable enough; I will never be ready enough to emerge. That is my mentality. I have to maintain some semblance of normalcy as the constant threat hangs over my head, where my privacy would be impinged on and my personal freedom revoked — these are vital factors to my sanity.
It’s odd how much energy others seem to possess. They go to work or attend school full-time, do household chores, run errands, care for their children, cook meals, have hobbies, and yet still somehow find the time and energy to exercise and engage in social activities. Doing any single one of those activities on a given day and I’m beat and drained for the week. How do they cope so effortlessly and not struggle?
It’s odd how the various Enneagram types play such a large influential role on the MBTI types. Individuals of the same MBTI type but different Enneagram types differ drastically from each other. Add the wings, levels of development, as well as instinctual variants and such from Socionics, and an immensely intricate, albeit fascinating, web of personalities forms.
It’s odd how I’m capable of forming connections and having deep, invigorating conversations yet the relationships fade and dissipate. The invigoration is laced with sadness as I foresee the end before it even begins — a sadness for the future loss of a potential friendship. A defeatist attitude and self-fulfilling prophecy, perhaps.
It’s odd how the anxiety overwhelms me and takes over my thoughts and physical body. It’s the same cycle: I lose sleep and go into mindless Se overload, finding comfort and escaping reality through sensation-seeking activities in a controlled yet out of control manner. What should have already been completed has still not been completed yet, and it won’t be by the end of the year either. What am I doing? I want to get it over with, but the anxiety keeps me trapped. Anxiety has its grip on me and my life — I’m under its control. I wish to be free from its constraints, to escape. I feel stupid that I keep harping on the same things.
It’s odd how hypersensitive I can be internally, especially when others tend to see only my rough edges. Is it due to the tertiary Fi? Is it exacerbated by social anxiety? Could it be the Ni-Fi loop?
It’s odd how, in that brief moment, I saw it as pleasant. I’ve always thought it looked horrendous. Perhaps it was my blurry sight, perhaps it was the dim lighting, but though this perception might be fleeting, I have this moment to look back to and reflect on — so I encapsulate it in writing for remembrance’s sake.