Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts

Friday, March 16, 2018

Three Ways INTJs View Money



Hey, everyone.

So originally I was going to write a companion piece to this one called "Work is Bullsh*t." My basic point was that I didn't know how people could seemingly waste their lives at jobs that would never matter from the perspective of eternity. However, I could not in good conscience write and publish it because not everyone defines their lives or existences by their jobs. They're just something people do so they can do what is truly important to them. Also, I was ready to admit that some smaller tasks, such as my father's engineering job where he works on alternators, can actually do some true and/or moral good in the world. Plus, we're all different. Some people might actually experience joy in stocking shelves at a grocery store and argue it being an eternally important job by saying that they're helping families get the nutrition and nourishment they need so they can do their lives' work. So, I could not in good conscience write that piece despite my personal feelings that many jobs are eternally pointless.

This is another contention of mine.
I understand that life goes on, but when I die,
I want to be so integral to my work
that I'm damn near irreplaceable.

Anyway! Getting back to how INTJs view money, I don't remember why I wanted to write this piece, but I do feel like it's important for some reason. What is that reason? Well, if I knew what it was, I would be able to remember why I wanted to write this piece, now wouldn't I? But even if I can't remember the specific reason, INTJs are one of the least well-understood MBTI types and anything I can write to help fill in the gaps would be helpful. We also don't tend to look at things like perspectives on money when we look at the personalities. Although, I wouldn't be surprised if INTJ Vision, 16Personalities, Heidi Priebe, or someone else hasn't already tried to tackle this topic. But who knows? I might be able to add to it. So, let's get into three ways INTJs view money.

Before that though, I must beg you all for your money and remind you that if you like my content, please consider becoming my patron through Patreon. Just one buck a month would do wonders for me while $5 would make miracles happen. That's just .17 cents a day.

Alright. Now, let's get into this.

1. Money is Power

INTJs view money as power. It's difficult not to. There's a reason why people say "cash is king" which essentially means "money rules." Most of us are also familiar with the slogan "money talks, bullsh*t walks." Even if said "bullsh*t" isn't actual bullsh*t, but the honest to God truth, it'll still walk because money is potent enough to tell it to GTFO. And when you live in a society where you're not understood and just wish people could stay out of your way, you desire some of this magical juju with which people are willing to sell themselves for. How many people do you think would actually shut up if you paid them to? Or went about their business, worrying about things actually worth worrying about? That's a power I'd like.

Just imagine where we could be if Socrates had the bank to
back that up.

2. Money is Freedom

But let's face it, the reason why anyone wants power, or whatever can afford power, is so that they can be free to do whatever they please. It is well known how much INTJs value freedom. In fact we value it above most other things, and we're willing to go to great depths to remain free, even acting unilaterally and against logic. It's hard for me to think of a greater motivator than freedom. It's one of the reasons why I'm content not having a "real" job because I don't want to surrender my freedom. True, I'm broke, but with nothing in my life worth spending money on, I have no motivation to sacrifice my freedom. Ironic then that I would have to sacrifice my freedom to make the money to buy it back. That's why I still beg God everyday to let me win Publisher's Clearing House.



 
3. Money is the World's Curse

So, in order to get nominal freedom, I need nominal dollars, which means sacrificing my freedom, and thus I'm left wondering how in the hell this paradox exists and how to escape this infinity loop. And then there's the little fact that I do have student loans, and bills, and I've actually had women disappear on me just because I didn't make a living wage despite the fact that everything else about me was what they wanted. So, what do I turn my ire toward? The almighty dollar, and I begin to work seriously on that utopian barter system ideal.

Unfortunately, I still have a strong desire to participate in capitalism
where the selling of my books is concerned.

But this isn't the first time INTJs have looked a little disdainfully at money. I remember being on a forum, and perhaps this is where I got the idea to write this post, but I saw two INTJs complaining about the rat race and keeping up with the Joneses, and how they wanted to escape those pointless pursuits for much greater and more important work. Unfortunately, that required them to acquire capital and they had no idea how to do that, so they were stuck where they were.

Conclusion

INTJs don't want money for the sake of money. That's pointless. That's like wanting power for the sake of power which INTJs don't want either. They want money to escape all the mundane BS in life so they don't have to worry about it. We've got bigger things on our plates than our food. But since we all can't have this magical state of existence, we are forced to suffer under the yolk of the almighty dollar, always resenting the vices and obstacles it creates. But because we're so into personal responsibility, we know that we have to sacrifice our resentment so we can hold true to our values. INTJs, man... we're a bucket of contradictions.




 

Anyway, that's it for now. I know this was a short one, but INTJs thoughts and feelings on money are pretty straight forward. For next time, I'll tackle the serious stuff and answer a question that's been on the lips of many who don't understand INTJs--are INTJs socio- or psychopaths? The answer, next week. Until then...

Keep writing, my friends.

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Sunday, December 24, 2017

Flash Stories & Poetry Day 49: Dramatic Monologue "The Torture of My Soul"

 
Hey, everyone.

So, today is Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas. I'll probably say the same tomorrow for tomorrow's writing, but you can't be wished a Merry Christmas too many times. Anyway, today's style is dramatic monologue. Now, technically, a dramatic monologue can be any piece that is read by a single person to an audience as if being spoken to another person or character. Audition-type stuff. But, when I was in high school, I was taught a dramatic monologue was a type of poem, formed in heroic couplets, and about 25 to 35 lines long. So, I wrote one just like that. I called it Mortal Sin and it was dynamite. Basically, it was the angel Uriel telling a douchebag how villainous he was and to repent. And as much as I'd love to show you the revised version, here and now, I really should write something original.

Thirty minutes on the clock: 30:00. And... go.

Behold the torture of my soul!
Give witness to the freedoms you stole!
Giving foul advice has led me here,
A life unrequited, how do I endear?
By sheer tenacity and on a dream,
I push through and write what I deem.
The morrow is barren of promises,
But I shall not fall and be dishonest.
Though I seek the easy answer,
I shan't sell my soul to that Dark Prancer.
For wherefore doth he want it so badly,
That he would strike a deal with me gladly?
I shall cuckold him and rely on One
Whose power can make the darkness shunned.
But being sworn to that great Halidom,
Is no easy task--what of my kingdom?
What of my opera? Shall I lose them
By paying my debts by mining for gems?
Alas, 'tis a wicked fate served upon me,
Served to one who only wants to be free.

***
 
Stop the clock! Forty seconds left. Phew! That took longer than I expected. I really thought I wouldn't finish. Point of fact, I'm really not. Twenty lines really aren't enough to express everything I wanted, but I was running out of time. But, for the most part, it's fairly decent as a poem. It only really loses the plot in the last four or six lines.
 
By the way, "prancer" is a word that means a "mettlesome or fiery horse." Seeing "fiery" in there, I was like, "Oh yes. The Devil's going in here." Plus, I never knew that that was what Prancer meant. Puts a whole new spin on one of Santa's reindeer. Puts an even more whole new spin on Prancer when I compare him to the Devil.
 
But anyway, that's it for today. I think I might keep it up with the poetry for a while. I find it very conducive for some reason. Plus, think of all the kick ass things I'm writing. And if you have the time, please check out my books for sale on Amazon which you can find through my author page. The link is below. Also, I reworked my Patreon page, so why not give it a look and consider becoming my patron. I would appreciate it.

Keep writing, my friends.

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Saturday, December 23, 2017

Flash Stories & Poetry Day 48: Quatrain "Tempted by Forces Dark"

 
Hey, everyone.

So, as usual for this week, I'm starting on this super late. That's what happens when you have a lot to do on a Saturday and forget to set your alarm clock. Anyway, today I'm supposed to write a quatrain, but I have no idea what the hell to write about. I don't feel depressed anymore, but I'm still definitely anxious and still worried about my financial situation. To be honest, I kind of don't want this poem to be about anything. I kind of just want to throw up nice sounding gibberish and see if it gets me anywhere. I'll still try to keep it as a quatrain though.

Thirty minutes on the clock: 30:00. And... go.

Midway through the journey of life, I found
Myself in a dark forest for the clear
Path had been lost. To this fate I am bound,
Trapped within the darkness and my own fear.

Though there is meaning in the life I live,
I have lost meaning in my life's purpose;
Much of my life I wish I could relive,
Though that would mean losing my corpus.

If I was born to write, why am I tried,
Tested and judged for choosing to write?
For choosing poverty, I have no bride,
And many consider my life a blight.

Heeding the advice of others has misled me,
And now my debts and desires are at odds;
That which I desire most is to be free,
But I cannot when I am driven by rods.

I pray to be delivered, but I am not,
Why pray if my pleas are not accepted?
Should I seek relief from those I am fraught?
By those dark powers, I am tempted.

Wherefore should I suffer and struggle?
What will it cost me? Naught but my soul.
If that is the case, what should I smuggle?
Whom should I rob, cozen, and cajole?

Oncet say a friend to me, today is better
Than whatever fetter ten years ago;
Though today I possess many letters,
My life is not a desirable show.

***
 
Well, much like my mood, this poem is contemptible. I mean, I feel kind of... blah, so while there is some bleak stuff in there, the delivery is all wrong. Some words straight up suck, the phrasing is bad, and the time gets lost a lot. I'm not sure what to blame it on. Though I can't seem to escape these torturous, self-pitying poems, when I'm tired and not feeling "it," I can't help writing bleak poetry. It just happens. As for the first line, yes, I stole that from Dante's Inferno--I thought it might give me a start, and, it did, but not the start I really wanted. I also think ten syllables is too much for any poem that isn't a sonnet. Quatrains should probably be much shorter. Oh well.
 
(What's also unfortunate is I just thought of the boffo title for this piece, "Tempted by Forces Dark." That's a lovely bit of poetry. That would make a stupendous poem. I'm going to hold onto that for later.)
 
That's it for today. If you have the time, please check out my books for sale on Amazon which you can find through my author page. The link is below. Also, I reworked my Patreon page, so why not give it a look and consider becoming my patron. I would appreciate it.

Keep writing, my friends.

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Thursday, December 21, 2017

Flash Stories & Poetry Day 46: Lyric "Truest Love"

 
Hey, everyone.

So, yesterday's riddle turned out alright. Unfortunately, I'm still feeling depressed so today's poem might likewise be dark and drab.

Wheel of Genres, turn, turn, turn! Tell me the genre I will discern!





Today's style is... Lyric.

I looked at the last lyric I wrote, the High School Crush one from day 20. It was nice and talked about "love." So, I'll give that whirl this time. But, since I'm still in a dark mood, guess what? It's going to be a depressing poem about love... or at the least unexpected.

Thirty minutes on the clock: 30:00. And... go.

For whom doth my heart sing and meet my love,
That one maiden for whom my heart is behove?
In sooth, she is a lass of utmost value,
With mild wit, strong virtue, and a beauty, too?

Nay, I can't say, for no such girl is part
And privy to the depths of my heart.
So, what then is my dearest love, that force
Which gives life meaning and secures the course?

Two desires claim not my heart but my mind,
They claim my life and put me in a bind;
One desire is for my art, that blighting,
Biting, blessing style known as writing.

Within the craft and smithing of words,
That is where I can find one of my lords;
But what of the other? What other desire
Could claim me and set my soul afire?

Why, that desire is for one above all,
A temptation that has made many men fall;
My greatest yearning is for liberty,
Aye, my greatest desire is to be free.

I look through the world and see naught but chains,
People leading lives trapped within reins;
What would I do for freedom is the question,
Why, I would surrender all my possessions.

The freedom to write is what I desire most,
That would be a life worthy of boast;
Losing this freedom is what I fear,
I cannot surrender that which is most dear.

***
 
Unfortunately, I can't say stop the clock as I definitely wrote past time. I also got distracted toward the end with a phone call and then I got sucked back into the job search. But, this poem, some parts of it are pretty muddled and just sort of "enh..." But there are other parts that are really good. This could be reworked into something dynamite.
 
Also, it's 100% true. I don't have a girlfriend, and my greatest desire is to the have the freedom to write, but looking for and having a job is causing me a lot of distress. You should see my eyes; I have these huge bags under them. But, I think a lot of the poetry I've written recently about my money and writing woes say more than my eyes ever could.
 
But anyway, that's it for today. If you want to use the wheel I made, you should be able to access it here. And if you have the time, please check out my books for sale on Amazon which you can find through my author page. The link is below. Also, I reworked my Patreon page, so why not give it a look and consider becoming my patron. I would appreciate it.

Keep writing, my friends.

More About Bryan C. Laesch:

My Works:

Amazon: My Author Page, My Influencer Page
Facebook: Bryan C. Laesch, Bawdy Scholar
Patreon: Bryan C. Laesch
Twitter: BryanofallTrade
Youtube: Bryan C. Laesch, Bawdy Scholar

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