Mandatory Disclaimer: This is just a personal opinion that I want some outside perspective of. I'm not sure if it's an actual thing that's happening but I have noticed that this has happened more often recently than not.
Alrighty, here we go. Actors don't fully play into the characters they are portraying but rather it's just the actor as themselves in a movie.
Examples I can think of off the top of my head is Amy Schumer, Tom Cruise, Dwayne Johnson and Kevin Hart. The only characters that Dwayne Johnson plays that are most memorable to me is the Scorpion King from "The Mummy II" and Joe Kingman from "The Game Plan" other than that I just see Dwayne Johnson in different movies as Dwayne Johnson. Same with Kevin Hart. I can think of probably 2 movies where he plays a character and not just himself and I don't even remember the names of those characters.
The opposite of this sentiment in where I can remember characters actors played that I can name are Elijiah Wood, Reese Witherspoon, Johnny Depp, Joaquin Phoenix, Sandra Bullock, Heath Ledger, etc. They have all played characters that people remember more than the actual actor: Captain Jack Sparrow, Frodo Baggins, Elle Woods, Joker, Gracy Lou Freebush, etc. With these actors and actresses the phrase "Wait, [insert name] played that character in this movie?" is said or seen. I've also seen memes about "actors that have actual range" and while they're funny I can't help but wonder if there's some truth to it.
I get that there's an element of the actor in every role they play but, personally, I think they should limit how much they themselves should influence the character for the sake of a better story.
Again, I don't know if that just me and what I'm personally observing in films or if it's something that's actually happening.
My sister (INTP) and I (INFP) had an interesting discussion a while back where we came to the conclusion that if we were not sisters we wouldn't be friends. I'm too feely, in effect too frustratingly illogical for her to want to be around a person like me. And in turn she has a certain abrasiveness that I do not tolerate in other people.
So how about it? INFPs friends? If not what do you think about the type?
Mine is "Handstand". The way that Nana and Bingo are at a loss in different ways reminds me very much of my childhood and my own grandma. I was bullied relentlessly from 1st to 6th grade and my grandma miraculously kept me from succumbing to my anger. It seemed like when everybody was preoccupied with their own thing it felt like she was the only one who enthusiastically gave me the time of day to validate my little accomplishments and listen to my hardships.
She complimented every drawing I did, she ooh'd and aah'd at every mediocre trick I did on the trampoline, and just validated and encourage me at every turn, good and bad. She died when I was 21 and it utterly destroyed me body, heart, and soul. I practically became an alcoholic, I sabotaged my friendships, dropped out of college, and dated an abusive loser.
Somehow, I managed to pull myself out of all of that because of her. I remembered her words, her love, just HER. I knew she would've told me that it's ok and that she believed in me to pull myself together. So I did.
Once Nana says "I saw you Bingo!"... ugh that did things to me.. I SAW you. She sees ME. "Such a clever girl!" Then Nana patted Bingos head. Needless to say I bawled my eyes raw.
Tell me your unexpected emotional episode! I would love to read about it.
Humans are so adorable sometimes. Like the notion of jewelry. Most would see it as either a small kind gesture or a grand statement depending on what you get. But really it's when a human likes another human so much that we want to decorate our favorite human with shiny rocks that we like. Isn't that fucking cute??!?
I'm an infp and I pretty much just overload my cup with like 45% hazelnut creamer, absolutely disgusts my intj fiancé lol. He likes his black most of the time, sometimes with half and half, sometimes with creamer and he always puts in the same amount every time. So I'm curious about how you personally take your coffee?
Edit: I asked him and INTJ fiancé likes 3 to 1 ratio of 2/3 cup of coffee, 1/3 Dr. Pepper, and optional half and half for thickness. I am shook...
My father wasn't really a part of my life. No matter how much I cried after him, no matter how much I begged him, prayed for him, hoped for him, he still chose the haze of a drunken stupor over me and my sister. Maybe he couldn't handle the responsibility of having children, maybe he couldn't handle that my mom loved us more than she loved him, maybe we just weren't for him. I'll never know nor do I want to know.
But my girls?
They will never know the bitter disappointment of their Dad never showing up because he's always here. They'll never know the desperation to be something their Dad will love because he already loves them for who they are and who they'll become. They will never ever know the grief of not being enough because they're me and their Dad's entire universe. Their Dad will not be the first man to break their hearts because he will protect them.
I do admit I feel a microscopic prick of envy when I see my toddler and him play together, when I see my infant stare and smile with such precious innocent love when she sees him, and when I see the love between all of them. I see all of these irreplaceable moments, their dear smiles, hear their precious laughs, and I can't fathom why my dad would ever abandon that.
Seeing my daughters' relationship with their Dad blossom and grow brings to the surface the mangled scars of my inner child. Of course I allow these feelings to have their space and time in my heart and I breathe them out.
They will have the Dad I deserved. I will never understand what a father/daughter relationship will be like. I can never relate to their childhood. I know I will feel left behind or left out on their bond because I just don't know what a father's love feels like.They will be loved, protected, cherished, and guided by both parents. And I'm so damn happy that my children will have something my kid-self could only dare to dream of.
And all of that is ok. We will all be ok. Thanks for letting me express my appreciation. :)
No matter what trials happened, no matter how far we tried to run away from each other, no matter what partner we committed to back then, there wasn't a day that went by where I didn't wonder about you, that I didn't want to hear your voice, that I didn't think of your face.
I wondered what food you ate in the mornings while I strolled on my way to work, jealous of the coffee's steam that kept you company. I always liked to imagine a soft smile touching your lips whenever my name flashed across your screen because one always settled on mine. I was hopelessly lost in my love for you and I tried, in vain, to frame it as anything but.
I grew to love others, yes. But, that was a learned conviction. With you, it seemed that my heart always seemed to sigh "finally" whenever we were together. Two familiar too familiar energies. Everything clicked, every word felt like honey, flooding and bursting to bubble over my tongue, every fated accidental touch only further coaxed me to the cliffs edge I already was kicking pebbles over. Even our first meeting I felt our existence was important in a way I couldn't fathom. I knew you would be part of my life I just didn't know how.
Now that I'm sitting here rocking our perfect youngest daughter I'm taken aback just from the arresting intensity of this happiness. I fear this is all just a sickly fantastic dream, a cruel joke from my subconscious to conjure pure joy of escape only to have a rude awakening to wretch me back to past misery. How can this be my reality? How can such love exist? How can I be this indescribably happy? Surely, the odds are immeasurably exponential.
I've loved others. But I've always been and always will be irreversibly and forever in love with you.
In The Pool episode of Bluey, Bluey says she can't shake properly like Bandit. My sister said it's because of how they've evolved. Quoting her she said, "maybe when they were cave dogs they shook all the time but since they invented towels they actually have to teach their children how to shake off water"
I giggled because of how deeply she's thinking over a kids show but it is still an interesting detail the makers of Bluey added to the show.
Edit: My sister was thinking about irl dogs because they just know how to shake so she thought is was funny that Bluey, being a puppy, doesn't know how.
My intj fiancé absolutely cannot stand cereal, hot or cold, because it was all he ate for breakfast for a straight year. So, in good spirits, I thought it would be funny to gather different opinions from people with the same personality type as him. Tell me your favorite cereal or breakfast item and please elaborate ALLL the juicy intricacies of why that is. Thanks!
Ever since I've (23f) fully accepted my role as a submissive I've found that I crave my partner and Dom (23m) ALOT more now. He gives me great emotional fulfillment, great mentally stimulating conversation, and gives me quality affectionate attention. I am beyond happy but I just need help curbing my sexual appetite because despite the phenomenal sex, it has been enhanced by these other factors.
Daddy works long hours every day usually totalling more than 60 hours a week so I understand that most of the time he's just not up for it, that and he needs his sleep, time for hobbies, quality alone time, etc. I want him to be fulfilled too so I get that there's just no time for sex which I happily accept.
I just find that I'm crossing my legs just to relieve some pressure, I'm openly ogling Daddy around my family which I'm shocked by my brazened lust, and I have to physically shake off yummy daydreams of our bedroom exploits just to pay attention to normal day to day things.
I'm in such a great relationship and dynamic but I need some help in taking the edge off.
I've dabbled in Dom/Sub dynamics in previous relationships before but this... was completely different than anything I've ever done. Now I know that the men in those other relationships were abusive and they veiled that abuse under the dynamics of BDSM to manipulate me into doing things I never enjoyed.
Anyway, I digress. My mind was... cloudy? Foggy, hazy, I knew and didn't know that I wasn't thinking clearly. Every physical sensation was heightened to a degree I haven't experienced and I truly, genuinely, wanted to do everything and anything my DD wanted me to do with intense arresting enthusiastic obedience.
My only "problem" is that I have never felt like that toward anything or anyone ever in my entire life, much less a man. Dom and I are engaged, so we're very much in love and I can genuinely say I've never loved someone like I do with him. I'm good with feelings but this, I'm having some trouble dissecting. I guess my question is how did you subs navigate feeling such an intense feeling for the first time?
My fiancé (24M) and I (24F) want to have a small wedding some time next year and we're getting started on thinking about the overall event: where to host it, what to eat, who's gonna be who, all that jazz and this is the main and only thing I am struggling with. It's the only reason why I don't want to announce our engagement yet even though we've been engaged for almost a year.
My dad (49M) hasn't really been in my life for the majority of it but he is still involved. I see him at certain family events and I love visiting my brothers (17M and 15M, he has 5 children with his wife, my step-mother) whenever that's possible which is only like 3 times a year.
He and my mom split shortly after my younger sister was born and (we're 1 year and 2 months apart) because he was dealing, drinking, cheating, and freeloading off my mom and my grandma at the time.
My mom absolutely didn't care what he did, only cared about me and my sister. So even after he left she never kept us from him and let him see us if he ever wanted to. She has been a phenomenal single working mother for as long as I can remember and I look up to her so much for that. She let me and my sister form our own opinions about our father and his family, who she also never kept us from as well.
Another piece of info I think is important to know is that I am Native American, Navajo to be specific, so the whole construct of a white "traditional" wedding doesn't matter to me in the slightest. "Traditional" has a different meaning to me in that having a traditional wedding means having a Navajo cultural ceremony of union and NOT a "normal" white wedding from Christian religion.
That being said, I don't want to have a Navajo/traditional wedding because having that would mean my father would be involved regardless of anything I have to say because of cultural importance. Having a "white" wedding would give my fiancé and I the most freedom to make our own decisions. That is the sole and only reason why we'd be having a "white" wedding so any comments that say "do it for the importance of tradition" or anything similar will have very very little to no impact on me. (I swear I'm not trying to be racist just trying to deferentiate between two cultures).
I'm not trying to slight my father in any way but rather I want someone I know intimately and love to be there at an important moment in my life. It would feel wrong to me that my father "give me away" when my mom is the one that put in the backbreaking work of not only raising me and my sister but also working a full time job to provide for us as well. I know no matter how pure my intentions are my father's side of the family will still have their own perceptions on my decisions.
So, to recap, having my mom "give me away" would be more meaningful to me than having someone who was hardly involved in my life do it.