读你的文章,就点击我。我的工作a mortgage banker and have my own Branch office. I used to manage large numbers of people in several industries and have realized I chose this path as I was able to retreat into my own office in my home. The only social interaction I have to have is occasional realtor meetings and daily phone calls with customers. I despise when the phone rings as there is email! INTJs prefer written communication over verbal to allow us time to prepare complete and accurate answers and the ability to review the information later if anyone says we were wrong. Your 'OMG did you watch the bachelor last night?' made me respond. I play volleyball with people unlike me and 2 of the women couldn't stop talking about it and a guy at the game was on the show - they couldn't stop looking at him and were trying to take his picture! I thought my brain was going to blow up. I ask the same things as you...did you hear this on NPR? Did you watch the Bible Mysteries on the Staff of Moses, Mystery at the Museum, My Big Beautiful Brain on Netflix, etc. etc. I too get blank stares- we aren't speaking a foreign language but one that is still misunderstood. Your comment about the 'B' - I am 46 and for the past many years introduce myself as that upfront so there is no confusion. On your smiling comment... I tell people I have RBF (Resting B Face) it gets a laugh and eases their ignorance. I feel cursed but blessed at the same time as well but it is truly frustrating when the few fight to save others every day with our knowledge, intuition, work and moral ethics, and deep ability to care for human life... I wonder who will be there to save us? In May I was on a plane with my husband and 21 year old son (Zach), while we were booked to sit together, our boarding passes came up in random rows with the seats fairly close together. I ended up sitting in the middle seat next to a 23 year old kid who looked like he was strung out. I told him before I sat down 'It's your lucky day I have snacks' (I try to be social). Time passed and I kept noticing how miserable he was and knew something was really wrong so I started asking him questions. He told me he was on the way home from the Caribbean after a surfing accident where he hit his back on coral. I noticed he was in severe pain and couldn't turn his head and started to vomit. I knew immediately he most likely had bacterial meningitis. I contacted the flight crew to get him help and they were completely clueless. I ended up cussing and screaming at all of them to get them to understand the kid was going to die if he didn't get to a hospital right away. My husband was telling me from across the aisle 'You are going to get escorted off the plane by Homeland Security!' I said 'Good I am going to take the kid with me then and call an ambulance!^%#$! I finally was able to get them to find a doctor on the plane and arranged to speed up the flight to get him to the ER immediately. I asked the kid who was also named Zach if he had any allergies and for some strange reason I had a small red sharpie in my backpack (on vacation) and I wrote in giant letters on his arm 'PENICILLIN ALLERGY'. I was deathly afraid after getting the idiots on the plane to get him care that once he got to the hospital some other moron would kill him with penicillin. I was in a rage over this for days when I got home - my mind reeling why are people so oblivious and/or uncaring?... I called his mother the next day and we couldn't find what hospital they had taken him to so we kept calling around and finally found him (Morons at Delta were supposed to call his mother and didn't) He ended up having emergency surgery and was in the hospital for a week. His Mom told me if he hadn't gone to the ER when I forced them to he wouldn't have made it. My biggest fear is that there won't be another INTJ when my Zach, husband or I needs one.
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读你的文章,就点击我。我的工作a mortgage banker and have my own Branch office. I used to manage large numbers of people in several industries and have realized I chose this path as I was able to retreat into my own office in my home. The only social interaction I have to have is occasional realtor meetings and daily phone calls with customers. I despise when the phone rings as there is email! INTJs prefer written communication over verbal to allow us time to prepare complete and accurate answers and the ability to review the information later if anyone says we were wrong. Your 'OMG did you watch the bachelor last night?' made me respond. I play volleyball with people unlike me and 2 of the women couldn't stop talking about it and a guy at the game was on the show - they couldn't stop looking at him and were trying to take his picture! I thought my brain was going to blow up. I ask the same things as you...did you hear this on NPR? Did you watch the Bible Mysteries on the Staff of Moses, Mystery at the Museum, My Big Beautiful Brain on Netflix, etc. etc. I too get blank stares- we aren't speaking a foreign language but one that is still misunderstood. Your comment about the 'B' - I am 46 and for the past many years introduce myself as that upfront so there is no confusion. On your smiling comment... I tell people I have RBF (Resting B Face) it gets a laugh and eases their ignorance. I feel cursed but blessed at the same time as well but it is truly frustrating when the few fight to save others every day with our knowledge, intuition, work and moral ethics, and deep ability to care for human life... I wonder who will be there to save us? In May I was on a plane with my husband and 21 year old son (Zach), while we were booked to sit together, our boarding passes came up in random rows with the seats fairly close together. I ended up sitting in the middle seat next to a 23 year old kid who looked like he was strung out. I told him before I sat down 'It's your lucky day I have snacks' (I try to be social). Time passed and I kept noticing how miserable he was and knew something was really wrong so I started asking him questions. He told me he was on the way home from the Caribbean after a surfing accident where he hit his back on coral. I noticed he was in severe pain and couldn't turn his head and started to vomit. I knew immediately he most likely had bacterial meningitis. I contacted the flight crew to get him help and they were completely clueless. I ended up cussing and screaming at all of them to get them to understand the kid was going to die if he didn't get to a hospital right away. My husband was telling me from across the aisle 'You are going to get escorted off the plane by Homeland Security!' I said 'Good I am going to take the kid with me then and call an ambulance!^%#$! I finally was able to get them to find a doctor on the plane and arranged to speed up the flight to get him to the ER immediately. I asked the kid who was also named Zach if he had any allergies and for some strange reason I had a small red sharpie in my backpack (on vacation) and I wrote in giant letters on his arm 'PENICILLIN ALLERGY'. I was deathly afraid after getting the idiots on the plane to get him care that once he got to the hospital some other moron would kill him with penicillin. I was in a rage over this for days when I got home - my mind reeling why are people so oblivious and/or uncaring?... I called his mother the next day and we couldn't find what hospital they had taken him to so we kept calling around and finally found him (Morons at Delta were supposed to call his mother and didn't) He ended up having emergency surgery and was in the hospital for a week. His Mom told me if he hadn't gone to the ER when I forced them to he wouldn't have made it. My biggest fear is that there won't be another INTJ when my Zach, husband or I needs one.