Boy, I don’t have to try to think. I think too much as it is. Even as a kid I was a deep thinker always living inside my head. I remember sitting in the backseat of our car looking out the window at everything yet not really seeing anything. I would hum as I was deep in thought. Maybe I did it to drown out the chatter of my siblings. I remember my Dad asking me, “what’s ya humming back there Connie?”
“Oh nothing,” I’d say. Because if I stopped to think what I was actually humming I’d lose my train of thought.
“Well, it sounds nice,” he’d say back to me.
I took the Myers Briggs personality test once and mine came back as an INFP introverted, intuitive, feeling, perceiving personality. *INFPs never seem to lose their wonder. One might say they see things through rose colored glasses.
I have come a bit out of my shell these days, finding the need and nerve to actually say what’s on my mind. All those years of deep thinking I’ve become like an over inflated ballon letting the air out slowly. Finding a happy medium is what I have to work on. That is because if I’m thinking all the time, then I’m not living my life, and if I’m talking too much, I’m not listening to others.
As Seng-Ts’an says, “Stop talking, stop thinking, and there is nothing you will not understand.”
*based on Carl Jung and Isabel Briggs Myers personality type theory.