This has been done to MBTI, but it can apply to LaHaye blends!
Looks like a cinnamon roll, but can kill you: MelPhleg, MelSan, PhlegChlor
Looks like they can kill you, but is a cinnamon roll: MelChlor, SanChlor, SanMel
Looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll: PhlegMel, PhlegSan, SanPhleg
Looks like they can kill you and is likely to do so: ChlorSan, ChlorMel, ChlorPhleg
What do you think?
Showing posts with label Cinnamon Roll Meme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cinnamon Roll Meme. Show all posts
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Possible Anhedonia
Anhedonia: An inability or reduced ability to feel pleasure
I've haven't bothered updating my blog lately because I have lately felt that I do not as much feel pleasure or motivation from blogging...or anything else for that matter. I don't feel like focusing in school or any other area of my life. It is taking me a great deal of energy to crank out a few sentences for something I used to be able to enjoy.
I still feel small spikes of pleasure from things I enjoy, such as playing the flute. I listened to some music that I had arranged and, instead of feeling proud, I felt nothing. I just heard some sounds. Since I love all aspects of music, not being moved by it is a foreign sensation to me. The words that I so cherish have become...just words. I also ran through my solo and ensemble piece, the vibrato just sounding jagged and harsh instead of having its usual sublime resonance.
The fact that I can actually bring myself to do things and to them reasonably well mystifies me. I guess that pseudo-motivation is a temperamental thing, but I definitely feel more apathetic than usual. I continue about my life du jour en jour and even the most wonderful things, to me, just do not feel good to me.
I've haven't bothered updating my blog lately because I have lately felt that I do not as much feel pleasure or motivation from blogging...or anything else for that matter. I don't feel like focusing in school or any other area of my life. It is taking me a great deal of energy to crank out a few sentences for something I used to be able to enjoy.
I still feel small spikes of pleasure from things I enjoy, such as playing the flute. I listened to some music that I had arranged and, instead of feeling proud, I felt nothing. I just heard some sounds. Since I love all aspects of music, not being moved by it is a foreign sensation to me. The words that I so cherish have become...just words. I also ran through my solo and ensemble piece, the vibrato just sounding jagged and harsh instead of having its usual sublime resonance.
The fact that I can actually bring myself to do things and to them reasonably well mystifies me. I guess that pseudo-motivation is a temperamental thing, but I definitely feel more apathetic than usual. I continue about my life du jour en jour and even the most wonderful things, to me, just do not feel good to me.
Classifications:
Anhedonia,
Cinnamon Roll Meme,
Four Temperaments,
LaHaye Blends
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