u/Fickle-Let-7205

For me, I feel like many compliments are lazy fluff.

If I broke down something intricate and explained, shared, emoted, or did something creative... Whatever it is that is worthy of a compliment, what I appreciate is insight: a rebuttal, feedback, opinion, thoughts, relating.. Not repetitive, dry compliments like "Wow That was so profound. What a breath of fresh air..." After 3 of those and no depth of response, I see I am wasting time here.

Do you experience an aversion to compliments?

I am realizing that this sub is filled with passive to passive-aggressive Fe or peacocky Te validation seeking and venty Fi (the latter of which is totally fine, as most of our youth really go thru it) but WHERE IS THE NI?

WHERE IS THE NI?

I feel like I am drowning in shallow waters - lame posturing and social chitter-chatter — which is a reflection of where the general collective is, so I am not really surprised, but gd!... I did expect.. minimal DEPTH in this sub if nowhere else on the planet 🤣.

- Are there any actual NI-DOMs out there? The Ne doms are Ne-ing the fk outa their sub, wtf is happening in here?

- Where are the explorers of the symbolic, systemic layers of life? Where are the students of the depths of life? The seers goddamit? People delving into their own mind, life experiences and other observations and how it aligns with the system of Jungian Psychology, not a fkn badge to flash around.

- Looking for you deep divers. If you align, drop me a PM and let me know htf you are surviving these shallow pools.

P.s: Spare me the Te battalion... please. I am tired of the competency performances. And spare me the fakers, wanna be hyper-logical charades. 😮‍💨 I see right thru it.

Edit: If you are exhausted of deep conversations, you are not Ni Dom. Ijs

And Xavier ENFJ?

I've been tracking Magneto as an unhealthy *NTJ deciding to wipe the slate clean of Si Fe shadow (Humans). I think it's the Hallmark of the dangers of the Ni Te mind.

Si Fe causes aggressions against many Ni Te but I think our version of cruelty is more vast, final, and logically sound.. like the Thanos snap. Like it's not enough to ostracize and bully.. elimination is necessary. I'd say Thanos is ENTJ and Magneto INTJ just based on the amount of Fi on display.

Burn the high-arched houses of our history. Ink to ash, ashes to the wind, scattering truths we spent lifetimes perfecting.

Mark the skin, now bare, now branded a new name and script. The caricature painted over our mirror. But the geography of Being is not on parchment crisping in flames. A form witnessed and expressed is not captured in glass nor in drying ink, but in the passing of blood. For these histories are my people, no longer written but deeply understood. The mind forgot, now filled with those shallow hymns and rhythms, losing the texture of how we used to think. But this matters not to our Being unburnt, unlocked by the quieting mind retracing lines of missing history, reconstructing stolen stanzas and a lost identity.

So burn our libraries. You cannot burn what is known and written in bone.

Burn the high-arched houses of our history. Ink to ash, ashes to the wind, scattering truths we spent lifetimes perfecting.

Mark the skin, now bare, now branded a new name and script. The caricature painted over our mirror. But the geography of Being is not on parchment crisping in flames. A form witnessed and expressed is not captured in glass nor in drying ink, but in the passing of blood. For these histories are my people, no longer written but lived and deeply understood.

The mind forgot, now filled with those shallow hymns and rhythms, losing the texture of how we used to think. But this matters not to our Being unburnt, unlocked by the quieting mind retracing lines of missing history, reconstructing lost stanzas and a stolen identity.

So burn our libraries. You cannot burn what is known and written in bone.

​

Break the cycle:

Heal the womb to heal the world;

the deep waters of our formation -

through distortion -

pollute the mind, shatter the heart

and erode our foundation./

A young girl, thrown into the cycle of excruciation

grew into a mother who absorbed the shock of her violation

like a sponge, then retaliated,

multiplying the thorns and venom she was fed./

Her pain is your portion:

drowning in the waters of her sufferation -

the portal of your creation

was your tomb of strangulation.

Born of her flesh - your mother, your monster.

The first look into her eyes, you realized

you were born internalized hatred, externalized./

Break the cycle.

Survived this death pool,

emerging to fight chaos and

shadows you cannot touch or grasp.

Repressed. Your existence a bind,

the shackle to seething scorn -

her sick seed sown soul-deep

into your infernal mind./

Now rage is your portion:

Stepping on toes and crushing egos

to watch the tears flow

'cause pain is connection.

Then in the water of their eyes, you realize

the monster is your own reflection.

You are truly internalized hatred, externalized./

Break the cycle.

Quench that fire in your eyes

and love as you should have been -

with gentle smiles and a calm repose.

Gather debris from weary soles.

Give and give.

Love for their pain, healing for strain.

Don the cape and make every sacrifice,

even burn at the stake.

Let them take and take,

deplete and drain your power

for their shame./

Is suffering your portion?

Now all that remains in your mirror

is a shell with sunken eyes,

your cape is your shroud, and your shadow

now the monster.

Much to your surprise you've become

externalized hatred, internalized./

Break the cycle.

Finally shift the paradigm.

Right the wrongs and pluck up toxic roots in mind.

You're not the repository of venom, hatred, or pain;

nor a vessel for their release, guilt, or shame.

You were not made for a cycle of pain to pass on yet again.

No. You are the blessed daughter of a womb

with a mother wound./

The treasure of pleasure is your portion!

For you will break this cycle, and write the wrongs,

widening minds to scrape out sick seeds - key to cutting

the umbilical cord of this core wound.

Unlock your mind and you'll find out

what you're truly about.

Then look deep into your eyes and

break the waters of your reformation,

a new foundation.

Let it flow. Shed that bitter blood,

for your rebirth is the healing of our Mother Earth.

Yes. You are externalized and internalized love./

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/TDhhTifh47

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/C074GyezDC

Did you go through a phase where you embodied a troll or Menace or trickster energy?

How did this energy show up for you?

What need did this serve for you?

Did you outgrow it or do you still do it sometimes?

If you outgrew it, what does that energy look like today? Or how do you fulfill that need otherwise?

​

Break the cycle:

Heal the womb to heal the world;

the deep waters of our formation -

through distortion -

pollute the mind, shatter the heart

and erode our foundation./

A young girl, thrown into the cycle of excruciation

grew into a mother who absorbed the shock of her violation

like a sponge, then retaliated,

multiplying the thorns and venom she was fed./

Her pain is your portion:

drowning in the waters of her sufferation -

the portal of your creation

was your tomb of strangulation.

Born of her flesh - your mother, your monster.

The first look into her eyes, you realized

you were born internalized hatred, externalized./

Break the cycle.

Survived this death pool,

emerging to fight chaos and

shadows you cannot touch or grasp.

Repressed. Your existence a bind,

the shackle to seething scorn -

her sick seed sown soul-deep

into your infernal mind./

Now rage is your portion:

Stepping on toes and crushing egos

to watch the tears flow

'cause pain is connection.

Then in the water of their eyes, you realize

the monster is your own reflection.

You are truly internalized hatred, externalized./

Break the cycle.

Quench that fire in your eyes

and love as you should have been -

with gentle smiles and a calm repose.

Gather debris from weary soles.

Give and give.

Love for their pain, healing for strain.

Don the cape and make every sacrifice,

even burn at the stake.

Let them take and take,

deplete and drain your power

for their shame./

Is suffering your portion?

Now all that remains in your mirror

is a shell with sunken eyes,

your cape is your shroud, and your shadow

now the monster.

Much to your surprise you've become

externalized hatred, internalized./

Break the cycle.

Finally shift the paradigm.

Right the wrongs and pluck up toxic roots in mind.

You're not the repository of venom, hatred, or pain;

nor a vessel for their release, guilt, or shame.

You were not made for a cycle of pain to pass on yet again.

No. You are the blessed daughter of a womb

with a mother wound./

The treasure of pleasure is your portion!

For you will break this cycle, and write the wrongs,

widening minds to scrape out sick seeds - key to cutting

the umbilical cord of this core wound.

Unlock your mind and you'll find out

what you're truly about.

Then look deep into your eyes and

break the waters of your reformation,

a new foundation.

Let it flow. Shed that bitter blood,

for your rebirth is the healing of our Mother Earth.

Yes. You are externalized and internalized love./

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/TDhhTifh47

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/C074GyezDC

A poem on healing.

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Break the cycle:

Heal the womb to heal the world;

the deep waters of our formation -

through distortion -

pollute the mind, shatter the heart

and erode our foundation.

A young girl, thrown into the cycle of excruciation

grew into a mother who absorbed the shock of her violation

like a sponge, then retaliated,

multiplying the thorns and venom she was fed.

Her pain is your portion:

drowning in the waters of her sufferation -

the portal of your creation

was your tomb of strangulation.

Born of her flesh - your mother, your monster.

The first look into her eyes, you realized

you were born internalized hatred, externalized.

Break the cycle.

Survived this death pool,

emerging to fight chaos and

shadows you cannot touch or grasp.

Repressed. Your existence a bind,

the shackle to seething scorn -

her sick seed sown soul-deep

into your infernal mind.

Now rage is your portion:

Stepping on toes and crushing egos

to watch the tears flow

'cause pain is connection.

Then in the water of their eyes, you realize

the monster is your own reflection.

You are truly internalized hatred, externalized.

Break the cycle.

Quench that fire in your eyes

and love as you should have been -

with gentle smiles and a calm repose.

Gather debris from weary soles.

Give and give.

Love for their pain, healing for strain.

Don the cape and make every sacrifice,

even burn at the stake.

Let them take and take,

deplete and drain your power

for their shame.

Is suffering your portion?

Now all that remains in your mirror

is a shell with sunken eyes,

your cape is your shroud, and your shadow

now the monster.

Much to your surprise you've become

externalized hatred, internalized.

Break the cycle.

Finally shift the paradigm.

Right the wrongs and pluck up toxic roots in mind.

You're not the repository of venom, hatred, or pain;

nor a vessel for their release, guilt, or shame.

You were not made for a cycle of pain to pass on yet again.

No. You are the blessed daughter of a womb

with a mother wound.

The treasure of pleasure is your portion!

For you will break this cycle, and write the wrongs,

widening minds to scrape out sick seeds - key to cutting

the umbilical cord of this core wound.

Unlock your mind and you'll find out

what you're truly about.

Then look deep into your eyes and

break the waters of your reformation,

a new foundation.

Let it flow. Shed that bitter blood,

for your rebirth is the healing of our Mother Earth.

Yes. You are externalized and internalized love.

- By Dania Moncrieffe

​

this question is like a closing door,

or heavy anchor thrown at sea:

“what do you want to do with your life?”

as if the answer sets us free once and for all.

our single choice. the final wall.

but the choice is not set in stone.

it breathes.

this question greets us every morning light,

demanding answers.

the choice renews with each stride.

“and where are you headed?”

but the destination is a shapeshifter

born of the roads you've walked, your maps in hand,

and ghosts with whom you've stopped to talk.

desires flicker and fade or grow,

directing where your north winds blow.

“then what will you make of yourself?”

well that depends on what is left in store:

tools new and old upon your belt,

the ingredients scattered on the floor.

what kind of clay comprises you?

into what would you be molded anew?

these questions we ask within the crowd,

as if we share a single fate and face.

all marching single file, down a line,

bound for the exact same place:

to a gaping hole within the ground

where everyone goes diving down.

but I was not born for this abyss.

here instead to etch in stone,

excavating the hidden paths

and claiming walkways of my own.

this question is like a closing door,

or heavy anchor thrown at sea:

“what do you want to do with your life?”

as if the answer sets us free once and for all.

our single choice. the final wall.

but the choice is not set in stone.

it breathes.

this question greets us every morning light,

demanding answers.

the choice renews with each stride.

“and where are you headed?”

but the destination is a shapeshifter

born of the roads you've walked, your maps in hand,

and ghosts with whom you've stopped to talk.

desires flicker and fade or grow,

directing where your north winds blow.

“then what will you make of yourself?”

well that depends on what is left in store:

tools new and old upon your belt,

the ingredients scattered on the floor.

what kind of clay comprises you?

into what would you be molded anew?

these questions we ask within the crowd,

as if we share a single fate and face.

all marching single file, down a line,

bound for the exact same place:

to a gaping hole within the ground

where everyone goes diving down.

but I was not born for this abyss.

here instead to etch in stone,

excavating the hidden paths

and claiming walkways of my own.

For those of you who have stably developed Fi and operate predominantly Ni Fi Te Se:

1. Did you adopt this later in life? Was it triggered by some event? Or was it your natural state?

2. Are you enneagram type 5? If not what is your type?

3. Do you operate your life highly defensive or protective of your energy?

So this morning I got a knock on my window and a lady tells me that she knows for a fact that the cops have been called on me and so I should leave right now. She kept saying go right now.

This was a good samaritan. I was so flustered I drove off in my underwear. Was so happy to get out of there before cops arrived.

Important to note that in my country it's not illegal to sleep in our cars or anything like that. So the fact that this happened to me in the neighborhood that I actually lived in for several years as well.. in a spot that I don't even go to very often and I haven't been there in like a month.

Well I'm so happy that this person was inspired to warn me and I was able to get out of there in time before any problems came that I would have to deal with.. I am actually experiencing anxiety tonight when it comes to choosing another spot.

My heart goes out to all the people living areas that it's actually illegal to park in overnight. Because I feel so exhausted and weary changing parking spots every night.

For the sapio/demisexual sapphics, how do you cope with navigating dating?

Dating men was already dry because there is nothing to work with.. imagine women. Meaning men are always in your face.. but women, you don't even know if they are gay or if they're your type...

As INTJ the 8th function is seen as dangerous. I would have liked to say Si is dangerous only because it is my function 8, but in the grand scheme of LIFE, REALITY, THE UNIVERSE... (Note the scope) there is a serious mismatch between how Si-Dom operates and what our Globalized World around them demands.

One of the dangers I find Si-Strong* individuals is that they are only as safe as the scope of lived experience (Ni 7th or 8th*). If you so happen to find one that has good programming they are invaluable in life, trust me. But! There is no telling what they have lived and have been exposed to and how much development their Ne child/inferior has had. So it's risky business. I don't think an Si-doms can truly tolerate, much less appreciate the GIANT world which is like a prism, multifaceted to infinity.. truly novel.. requiring observation and exploration.. and new understanding, expansion. I think once they hit mid life maturity when Ne comes online they suddenly break free but how many make it there?

Life is Global and Si-Doms are tribal. How I see it, they would do extremely well in a small domain where they know all the rules, they work within a defined box or scope and no major, "unregulated" changes occur. This brought to mind these frequent Karen nightmares, especially with the HOA and such. I totally get them. It's like their safe zone, their tribe. Whilst I see Karens as very dangerous people, I don't think they are evil. What we are witnessing is the panicked defense of their boundaries in a massive world of catastrophic changes, volatility and ambiguity. Lol now that I see it, I can't unsee it, but I remember a sensor-phobia and stereotypes post .. aaaand I don't think it's a stereotype. The Karen's are spawning from those types 🤣.

So it's a very different perspective- Si-Dom vs Ni-Dom, but if we think of the world as a prism.. like a multifaceted diamond.. each facet is in fact a flat surface. And it is within that flat surface the Si-Dom was made to operate. Ni-dom scope broad to infinity.. Si-Dom scope defined. It's balanced in polarity. For the stability of the system we do need many Si doms within each individual facet. But the next danger exists in society when Si-dom tries to step beyond the scope of their facet instead of recognizing it is very particular, narrow and specific.

-- Some rework is required as I account for how the Si-Parent shows up in the world.

The entire perspective is highlight the sliding slope of modern life and how traumatic this is for Si-Strong* individuals.

For me it is the ISTP. Seems like the best of both worlds, in the world but not of the world. Not in their heads, but in their hands. Ni child must be cool once developed. If there was ever Se-envy in me it would never be ESFP SE it would be ISTP for sure.

For our INTJ XXers:

1. Would you consider yourself empathetic, an empath? If no..thanks for stopping by.

If yes:

2. What are the specific aspects or themes of life which trigger your empathy?

3. How do you express your empathy in general?

4. Have you ever been caught in a Martyr/Hero/Fixer trap because of Empathy? Care to share details?

Any males answering yes to Q1, feel free to share also.

‐----- My weird style of empathy as INTJ: 2. I am power sensitive.

I experience empathetic rage when others use the power to oppress or violate others. Vengeance in those situations give me immense satisfaction.

I also would go lengths to reveal their power to people who do not recognize it in themselves. I have suffered trying to help people activate their own potential. Transformation in those situations give me immense satisfaction.

I also have contempt for people who wallow in powerlessness. I am a villian in many such stories and I do not care.

I am extremely inspired by people who despite crippling powerlessness found their power (especially those who fought through physical disability where their own body was their oppressor). Triumph in those situations give me immense satisfaction.

Lol not black cat at all 🤣

Did you contemplate the meaning of life in your youth?

Did you ask yourself who am I?

Did you try to find various mirrors for self reflection while growing up?

Did you not completely understand yourself?

Just curious.