High Intuition - Imagination

[NightCrawler]

I have an imagination that seems to run wild. It creeps me out sometimes, simply because it rings of psychosis.

I saw a bobby-pin on the floor and I immediately thought to myself. Perhaps I should go to the computer lab, and if there is a cute girl, I could ask her if she dropped it. I would explain my flattering reasoning to her: It was a sexy bobby-pin, it would seem reasonable to infer that it was hers.

And as she giggled, I found myself still on the stairs.


... Or... I was walking in the parking lot of Meijer, -- mind you, I have acquired a habit of throwing my glove at people I want to grab the attention of -- and as a car of two people I did not know passed, I imagined throwing it at their window and catching them by suprise. I laughed as if I had actually done it, my glove was still on my hand.

Surely this is not unnatural to INTPs. :: laughs nervously :: ....... Right?

Post your random psychotic episodes!

[Ghost-Girl]

Oh, I do this very often as well! It's a relief that someone else does the same thing.

I can't think of any individual examples, but imagining possible events is a very common thing for me to do, either with small things, or imaginining whole timelines. Usually, it produces a chuckle, or whatever the cunclusion of the make-believe event called for.

Is this an introversion thing? Would a very extroverted person simply proceed with whatever they had thought up?

This reminds me of a section from the INTP profile...If you see someone laughing to themselves about something, they're probably an INTP....or something like that.

[Jennywocky]

Oh, I do this very often as well! It's a relief that someone else does the same thing.

I can't think of any individual examples, but imagining possible events is a very common thing for me to do, either with small things, or imaginining whole timelines. Usually, it produces a chuckle, or whatever the cunclusion of the make-believe event called for.

Is this an introversion thing? Would a very extroverted person simply proceed with whatever they had thought up?

Maybe more an INxx thing. I don't think my wife does this sort of thing regularly, she's so much into the practical and tangible.

As one small example, I remember back in the dark ages that I could meet people and in the space of a moment or two imagine a whole life history spent with them, thought old age. (Talk about drama.)

I know also I have had people looking at me oddly in meetings or in watercooler conversations because I will be laughing to myself at destinations in my thought process when the initial comment/trigger was not funny in the least.

Extraverts tend to blurt out their thoughts more, or think out loud... or sometimes even do them first without thinking.

[outmywindow]

Oh yeah, I do this. The most bizarre scenerios run through my head, and sometimes I make a game of it to see how far things can go without becoming impossibly outlandish.

A few of my friends know this about me (and appreciate it), and when we're bored sometimes they'll lead me down that weird imagination-feuled path just to hear what I can come up with. Why bother watching TV when you can listen to Claire spouting off in some wild direction?

The most recent long on I can recall (which happened outloud) involved this elaborate scenerio that I was a spy placed with my roommate by the psych department (she's a psych major) to make sure she "read until her eyes fell out (her words)." I went on and on about how I was supposed to report back, and that my "life" was just a cover, that I was actually a 47 year old man deep undercover, and that if for some reason she didn't do enough reading to cause her eyes to spontaneously fall out that I was supposed to ...help them along. Originally, I was told to just do this with a spoon, but that had been found to be inadequate by years and years of intensive government-funded study, so I had been provided with a new and improved tool to scoop her eyes out (if need be): my spork. Blah blah blah, it went on for about 15 minutes.

While I was going off on this, she'd ask questions to feed the story, and had this look of excited amazement on her face akin to that of a little kid watching their first fireworks show. It was pretty intense. Because of crap like this she has twisted my arm into having ne promise her I'll write 40 pages of fiction before I graduate. It probably won't happen though -- it;s much better to just think about, as opposed to actually write down. Besides, none of my ramblings really go anywhere concrete. You can't make a plot out that!

[lbloom]

I do this pretty often. Much more likely to be visual/spatial fantasies not involving people, although I will occasionally play out whole fake conversations in my head too.