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January 2005

27 January 2005 | Asshole

K and I have fallen under the spell of the Myers-Briggs Personality inventory. She’s a ENFP; I’m an INTJ. According to the literature, these two types are ideal romantic partners—it has something to do with how my dominant function compliments her dominant function. (That sounds kind of hot, right?)

I’ve learned some interesting things about INTJs. We’re the rarest of the sixteen types (less than 1% of the population), the most self-confident and independent, the least likely to believe in a higher power, and the least likely to deal with stress by watching TV. Collectively we have the highest GPA. We’re known as the “free-thinkers” or “masterminds.” Frederick Nietzsche was an INTJ, as were Augustus Caesar and Ayn Rand.

Sadly, we’re also a bunch of assholes. Consider the following passages lifted from the literature (I’ve simply replaced every instance of INTJ with ASSHOLE):

Fellow workers of ASSHOLES often feel as if the ASSHOLE can see right through them, and often believe that the ASSHOLE finds them wanting. This tendency of people to feel transparent in the presence of the ASSHOLE often result in relationships which have psychological distance.

By nature, ASSHOLES are independent individualists. They see their visions so clearly that they are often surprised when others do not see things the same way. ASSHOLES are strong at critiquing and as a result tend to notice the negatives. To them, a job well done should be reward enough in itself.

ASSHOLES can be unsparing of both themselves and others. Anyone considered to be “slacking,” including superiors, will lose their respect—and will generally be made aware of this.

ASSHOLES apply (often ruthlessly) the criterion “Does it work?” to everything from their own research efforts to the prevailing social norms. This in turn produces an unusual independence of mind, freeing the ASSHOLE from the constraints of authority, convention, or sentiment for its own sake. … ASSHOLES many find it useful to learn to simulate some degree of surface conformism in order to mask their inherent unconventionality.

Other people may have a difficult time understanding an ASSHOLE. They may see them as aloof and reserved. Indeed, the ASSHOLE is not overly demonstrative of their affections, and is likely to not give as much praise or positive support as others may need or desire.

ASSHOLES live in a world of their own conception. They simply ignore rules, concepts, and directives that do not suit them.

In social situations, ASSHOLES may be unresponsive and may neglect to observe small rituals designed to put others at their ease. For example, ASSHOLES may communicate that time is wasted if used for idle dialogue.

ASSHOLES tend to have little patience and less understanding of such things as small talk and flirtation (which most types consider half the fun of a relationship). To complicate matters, ASSHOLES are usually extremely private people, and can often be naturally impassive.

Most people do not understand ASSHOLES and try to keep away from them.

In fairness to my type, I tried to balance these passages with others that describe how collectively appealing we are. My idea was to replace all instances of INTJ with SUPER-SEXY BRAINIAC. It failed.

26 January 2005 | Friction

The document is eleven pages long. It’s called Customer Sensitivity Issues in Content and it shows what’s okay and not okay to include in the company’s publications. The company is a major U.S. publisher of children’s literature.

These things (among many others) are not okay anywhere:

  • casual, social drinking by adults
  • birth control / cloning / reproductive issues
  • ghosts, witches, warlocks
  • topics considered embarrassing such as menstruation, flatulence
  • “embarrassing” words such as breast, toilet, brassiere, jackass
  • people discussing sex or sexual feelings; human sexual acts
  • blatant disrespect of parents or authority figures
  • kids vomiting
  • suicide

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I’m in a bar, having a drink with a sexy ghost. We’re discussing reproductive issues.

I ask her if ghosts need to use birth control, and she says they don’t.

She has nice breasts.

I ask if ghosts still have periods.

She says no and adds that ghosts can’t have sex with living people because ghosts’ bodies are immaterial. If a human tried to mount her, he’d fall through.

I ask about phone sex, and she laughs. She’s got a great laugh.

Just then the president walks by. He’s holding a vomiting child in his arms and looks like he’s about to shoot himself.

This is definitely a mood killer.

“Only by using a speaker phone,” she says, finally.

“Pardon?”

“Ghosts can only have phone sex by using a speaker phone. It’s the same immaterial problem.”

05 January 2005 | Last Night

Earlier in the night I heard a man cry out in pain. I think he’d been shot. That’s what it sounded like. I mean his cries. I tried to remember if I’d heard the shot, and it seemed I had.

The man was crying out between breaths. It wasn’t a continuous sound. He would breathe and cry out, breathe and cry out.

This happened once before. There were many shots that time, and they were loud. I think there were cries as well, in the beginning. Then the cries stopped, presumably because the person being shot was dead.

Later in the night I believed I was dying. I don’t know if I dreamt this or if I was awake. If I dreamt it, I woke instantly. My thought was: Oh my god this is last moment of my life. I didn’t understand what I was dying of. I think there’d been a flash. I was dying of whatever made the flash.