NOTE: Humans who fall into the general camp of "rationals" tend to picture their life as being linear. I believe that eNTPs like me will include more loops off course and roller coaster like rises to dips than those tending more towards INTJ.
ONE DAY IN SUMMER 2022: (regional low)
My recently acquired affliction of Crohn's Disease has been in near constant flare for over a year. The last 2 sections of my large intestine are thoroughly inflamed and more than 70% covered with patchy ulceration. It is over 90 degrees F outside and my tiny third floor attic apartment has no functional air conditioning. I am lying exhausted and in pain on my mattress on the floor, naked except for a pair of pink Depends (obtained from the stash of my 81 year old mother), my belly swollen up like a tick and my face bloated to a near perfect moon by huge dose of Prednisone. A thickly applied circle of diatomaceous earth encircles my mattress on the floor, because the "new" sheets I acquired from the local Goodwill, but neglected to wash in hot enough water, were apparently infested with bed bugs. Thus, the extremely itchy bite marks to be found randomly upon my person as blood and mucus slowly but steadily drips out of my rectum. I am contemplating whether I will have to budget for purchasing my own box of pink Depends or somehow fashion a homemade version from something otherwise likely to be heading to a landfill...
It is at this juncture, that I suffer a loss of faith and contemplate whether my committment to a life of frugality and/or the philosophy of permaculture is continuing to serve me well. Then, I receive phone call notifying me that my DS33 was found lying on the grounds of his apartment complex, inebriated and likely suffering from concussion, and was being transported by ambulance to the ER...
.. but, I start fretting about driving that far because I am waiting for the sorely needed new tires for my SMART car that one of my paramours* had recently offered to buy for me...
Flash forward a bit, and I am sitting in a booth at a Coney Island attempting to explain the concept of spiral dynamics to my son, who is arguing that he is Level Blue because his current employment is blue collar. And, I said something like "But, Level Blue doesn't generally read philosophy and linguistics." And, he shook his head, grimaced a bit, and replied "Mom, that just makes me White Trash Book Smart." ...
... and, that's when it all became funny again.
Anyways, it is likely that at some point during my recent regional low, I posted some grouchy sounding stuff on this forum, and I wanted to apologize for that, since I can no longer erase or edit.
To be continued...
*Yes, my friends, it is very hard to believe that anybody in the physical condition described above would still have more-than-willing sex partners, but even when I very clearly describe my situation in attempt to decline such offers, I receive responses such as "I just want to hear your sexy nerd voice." or "I will do all the work, and give you an orgasm or three." Upside being that this sort of thing strongly affirms my tendency to advise vulnerable young people to never seek validation for anything in the sexual behavior of the male of the species (I would extend this to "any member of the species", but am lacking adequate experience with female partners.)
