Posts Tagged ‘Feeling’

of when your eyes connect with another’s

and heat jumps through your body

and you want to know them,

and you want them to know you;

you want them to want

to understand

like you want to

understand

them.

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I listen to music with the lights off.

It’s like being asleep,

like lucid dreaming–

aware of the sounds,

but only the sounds, the notes.

I close my eyes

and the music fills me up.

My ears are what hear it;

my heart is what feels it, and pumps

the feeling that is more than just one feeling

throughout my body

and my head is empty,

devoid of probing thoughts,

but quickly filled

with music

and feeling.

So, psychology has become a rather recent interest of mine. I mean- I guess I’ve been intrigued with abnormal psychology and personality psychology for some time now, but I didn’t really research it until I took Psychology 101 this past year (which was definitely one of my favorite classes, losing only to Advanced Creative Writing).

About a month ago I became interested in the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator test. Some people think it’s bull. Some people stand by it. I think it’s interesting and, yes, I do stand by my results.

Though I haven’t taken the official test, I’ve taken multiple (okay, 3) online tests and each one has produced the same result: INFJ. Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Judging.

Researching deeper and deeper into the meaning of this four letter combination offered surprising insight into how I have felt about myself, and even put some aspects of my personality into sentences that perfectly described them in a way I could not.

Now, I realize- and the makers and proliferaters of the test recognize- that no one fits his or her type description exactly, but that doesn’t stop the test from being intriguing, or certain aspects of one’s results from ringing true.

Here is a link to the test I recommend: http://www.16personalities.com/free-personality-test

If you like, you may leave your results as comments. I’d like to know if there are any other INFJs out there, considering we are The Rarest type.

 

Seconds are spent making scribbles

into words.

Then the abrupt

change,

the buzz sits like a heavy crown

and hurts like a bruise

on top of my head.

 

Electric eels no bigger

than worms

crawl beneath my skin.

They work their way down

my neck-

 

my spine, a railway-

and enter my arms.

 

I feel them squirm atop my bones.

 

Words change.

They are mine and no longer

mine. 

Each dark letter is

an abyss

pressed onto paper.

I had forgotten the feeling spring instilled in me-

a giddiness, the desire to move.

The desire to clean the dust off the bike no one rode,

and to fill the tires until their dark cheeks could burst,

and set out with the gravel crunching underneath,

the trees and fields passing as gray and yellow blurs.

 

I had also forgotten the scent of spring-

crisp earthiness spiraling up from the ground.

The sun pulls back the curtain of snow,

and the scent rises in spirals, the sun

helping it on its way.

This is what instilled in me

that sense of adventure, that desire

to move forward.

“If pain demands to be felt, I say: welcome it, but don’t let it overstay its welcome.”- Original

“That’s the thing about pain…it demands to be felt.”- Augustus Waters, The Fault in Our Stars by John Green