Hey wassup? The name's Justin. I'm 22 and I guess I'm just your average guy. I'm usually pretty laid back and easy goin'. Get me going on subject I'm passionate about though and whoa boy, I hope you love a good argument. I love to try and meet new people. Key word being try. Bein' somewhat shy is a bit of a hindernce to that. Ah well. Anyway, I got a pretty good sense of humor. It's a bit dry, sure, but still good. If you wanna know more about me or you just wanna chat, feel free to get in touch with me.

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The Counselor Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in reaching their goals, and directive and introverted in their interpersonal roles. Counselors focus on human potentials, think in terms of ethical values, and come easily to decisions. The small number of this type (little more than 2 percent) is regrettable, since Counselors have an unusually strong desire to contribute to the welfare of others and genuinely enjoy helping their companions. Although Counsleors tend to be private, sensitive people, and are not generally visible leaders, they nevertheless work quite intensely with those close to them, quietly exerting their influence behind the scenes with their families, friends, and colleagues. This type has great depth of personality; they are themselves complicated, and can understand and deal with complex issues and people.

Counselors can be hard to get to know. They have an unusually rich inner life, but they are reserved and tend not to share their reactions except with those they trust. With their loved ones, certainly, Counselors are not reluctant to express their feelings, their face lighting up with the positive emotions, but darkening like a thunderhead with the negative. Indeed, because of their strong ability to take into themselves the feelings of others, Counselors can be hurt rather easily by those around them, which, perhaps, is one reason why they tend to be private people, mutely withdrawing from human contact. At the same time, friends who have known a Counselor for years may find sides emerging which come as a surprise. Not that they are inconsistent; Counselors value their integrity a great deal, but they have intricately woven, mysterious personalities which sometimes puzzle even them.

Counselors have strong empathic abilities and can become aware of another's emotions or intentions -- good or evil -- even before that person is conscious of them. This "mind-reading" can take the form of feeling the hidden distress or illnesses of others to an extent which is difficult for other types to comprehend. Even Counselors can seldom tell how they came to penetrate others' feelings so keenly. Furthermore, the Counselor is most likely of all the types to demonstrate an ability to understand psychic phenomena and to have visions of human events, past, present, or future. What is known as ESP may well be exceptional intuitive ability-in both its forms, projection and introjection. Such supernormal intuition is found frequently in the Counselor, and can extend to people, things, and often events, taking the form of visions, episodes of foreknowledge, premonitions, auditory and visual images of things to come, as well as uncanny communications with certain individuals at a distance.

Mohandas Gandhi and Eleanor Roosevelt are examples of the Counselor Idealist (INFJ).



Dawn of Hope
As the light of Day gives way
To the darkness of the Night,
Creatures of the Day hide
As Night’s creations take flight.

Dark clouds cover
Night’s few guiding lights.
A fierce storm is brewing
Breaking the silence of Night.

Thunder roars with its giant voice,
As Lightning flies across the sky.
The Rain drives through,
An invader forcing Night’s creations to hide.

Now the Storm is passed
And Night rules once again.
But only for a brief time
As Dawn approaches again.


Storm
I’m looking outside my window
And, to my great surprise,
I see a storm brewing
Across the jet-black sky.

Golden lights are streaking
And striking the ground below.
Golden lights flash,
Like a magnificent light show.

Thunder roars in,
Like a giant’s booming voice.
It rumbles in the darkness,
Breaking the night’s silence with its noise.

The rain pelts my window,
A violent yet soothing sound.
It lulls me to sleep
As it gives my window a pound.

And as the storm passes by,
I lay my head to rest.
And I swear I hear the wind whisper,
“I wish you all the best.”


Road To Home
I’m walking down a road
That all have taken before.
A mix of smooth concrete
And rugged back roads.

I’m jogging down a road
That many have taken before,
With all its smooth stretches
And all its potholes.

I’m running down a road
That some have taken before.
The road is rough here,
But my eyes are set on the goal.

I’m racing down a road
That few have taken before.
I’m racing for my prize
And for a place called Home.


Sanity’s Requiem
What’s happened to this world?
How did it become so upside down?
Why is right called wrong
And why is everything turned all around?

Where, now, can the innocent stay innocent
And where can the pure stay pure?
Where can the innocent live without fear?
And where can they go to dry their tears?

Where has sanity gone to in this world?
Why has insanity run the scene?
Where has sanity gone to,
Or was sanity just a dream?

I Saw the Whole Thing
From Gethsemane to the Tree,
The Tree at Mount Calvary,
I was there at Your side.
I saw the whole thing.

From the sham they called a trial,
Until You died on the Tree.
I was there at Your side.
I saw the whole thing.

When you were forced to carry the beam,
After being unjustly beat.
I was there at your side.
I saw the whole thing.

They called them nails, but they were spikes.
Into You they drove three.
I was there at Your side.
I saw the whole thing.

When You hung from the Tree,
An innocent Lamb dying for me,
I was there at Your side.
I saw the whole thing.

And when the Blood flowed down,
From You my King,
I bowed my head,
And I began to weep.

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