When you realize you are wired different

Not talkin’ about any current events, personally or in the bigger world out there. Just that at some point, you realized that you were wired just a little differently from everyone around you.

That’s the INTJ in me. When I was ‘diagnosed’ as such, it was common practice to “Type” the incoming management, and we had a retreat to discuss the test we had taken and the results.

THAT was the first time I felt like someone had actually seen inside me and described me to a “T”. I still have the work books from that retreat and occasionally look back on the description. I’ve evolved a little bit, but not changed at the core. I was able to see my weaknesses (crowds, meaningless conversation.) and strengths (intuition, pattern recognition, systems design.) and incorporate them into ‘the real world’. Its how I am able to run crews even though I operate at peak, solo. Its how I can tolerate group get-togethers when I would really prefer quiet research. (both ‘group’ aspects take a toll, I need recovery time, time to recharge my batteries if you will.)

Its how I have been able to live alone for the last 16 years and not go stark raving mad. Some people I know can’t go 30 minutes alone without getting a little freaked out. I can go days without contact and be fine. (weeks, I start talking to the bugs, but thats why I keep the furries around.) And its why I get a little ‘anti-social’ if I have been running crews all week before a camping trip. Not being rude, just trying to G&C from social burnout.

In reality though, I do crave one contact; ‘down time’ with someone like me to debate all of the stuff I am cramming into my skull, and help sort the chaff. Solo, I start circular logic cycles and might reinforce corrupted processes. And it must be ‘debate’, anything else starts to feel like ‘lecture’ and I despise lectures.

yes, I’m ramblin’ tonight. Stuff in the great wide world I am ‘digesting’ right now. don’t wanna start banging on the sheet metal alarums from the watch tower; not just yet. Sometimes a negative is actually a positive in disguise, and I think that is what came out of SCOTUS today. time will tell. IF, nothing else, its the call to the people, that the formal language in use needs ‘updated’, and needs done so with fore-thought and clarity: not ‘shooting from the hip’ reactions.

Told ya I’m wired differently,,, Not that the great wide world gives a damn, but ‘here I am’,,,


Been bizzy moving stuff. Did it two stages today. 3 hour break due to heat between moves. But I have all my wlding stuff up here now, all of the nutz-n-boltz/mini-hardware store, and some other stuff that just fit in wyrd places in boxes. Still need to move machines; table saw, 3n1, drill press, etc. And I have no idea what else at this stage (I do need to move my casting supplies, but they will live outdoors (except the crucibles) under a open air shed that needs built.)

Slow and steady does it. Lesson learned from one of our tour drivers: Blacky Wooten. Man never stopped driving, ran three rotating log-books and never exceeded 55. But he never EVER missed a stage call, or had a blow-out, or needed downtime for maintenance. Don’t ever recall him getting a ticket for anything either.

I’ll be back with more tomorrow; about what? Anyones guess, or make a suggestion in comments.

Love y’all, Stay curious.

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2 thoughts on “When you realize you are wired different

  1. when the great kerfuffle about maintaining your distance and isolation was in practice for the COVID scare. It was not an inconvenience for my normal existence. In fact , it was a relief.

    Not only did it keep others from me and guaranteed isolation. It gave me plenty of time for projects. Not to mention the stimulus checks provided funds to finance several projects at the homestead. Exactly what a newly disabled introvert needed. Time and disposable funds !

    Something which rarely happens in one’s life. Fortunately I had discovered blogs about five years before COVID too. You were one of those blogs , as i felt a strong connection of interests. The only other blog that endured was. Bison of Elko , Nevada and Six Bears in the woods for me. You , are now the only one left of those three….

    A zillion bloggers out there, and so few match my personality. Sadly James Dakin and I can never meet now in meat space. SixBears has been to my house twice now, but has now quit blogging and so dunno that he’ll be back to Floriduh any time soon.

    One day I hope to meet the incomparable Dio too.

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