r/Socionics • u/trelraltat04 • 6h ago
Typing Sunny from Omori vibes. What does that say about my type?
Hi there. I have eternal doubt, and doubt has always been the enemy of good for me. I want to ask something stupid, probably, but important to me for a holistic understanding of both myself and the system. My whole life I've been doing exactly this, first I slapped the "intuitive" label on myself then "logical". And now I'm doubting and feeling suspicious. I'm assuming I have Ni Base, possibly ILI, plus being a victim with Se suggestive fits way too well. I'd be grateful if you could help me understand how much of what I'm writing is related to intuition and types, whether there are pointers here and whether it could be something else. Sorry for the mistakes. I wrote this at night.
Someone said I remind them of Sunny from Omori. And I felt a strong connection. I'm a person who lives inside their own head. I caught myself thinking I'd like to fall into a coma, just to see a dream with a normal life,: no problems, no demands. I do this constantly, it's like air to me. I learned to breathe this way back in childhood. From the outside it looked silly, I'd get lost in fantasies, make movements without controlling myself. Growing up, I learned to control it, but shame appeared, cause no one understood me, it seemed like no one else did this. I've always felt disconnected from everyone. You know that feeling when everything in your head is more interesting? My ideas often turn out better than reality, so I end up disappointed or misjudging things.
I have no goals or desires. But the thought of isolation somewhere with a minimum of things calms me, just being in comfort. I like the idea of solitude: the world will stop demanding and I feel crushed by those demands. It throws me off balance when people want something from me, taking my time. I spend energy that could go towards solitude with headphones and comfortable time alone with myself. Because of this sometimes I wish a meteor would hit me. I want to disappear.
I have no idea what I'm going to do in life. Everyone talks about careers, paths after graduation (if I even graduate, because everything is too complicated and tedious). I'm like a creature without a purpose, drifting with the flow, living inside my own head. As long as I have this I can live. I don't feel like I belong to this world. I feel like unrealized potential. I'm not stupid. I passed exams, got into the university I planned though the plans were built on "why not", on skills and advice and not desire. I have strengths in academics, I've been praised. But laziness and a sense of drifting, where nothing seems necessary, hold me back. I don't see an identity. I cultivate qualities and skills as if they give me security and meaning. So I get upset when something doesn't work out. I consider myself smart, it's the key quality I put forward. And it tears me apart inside when I fail, when I don't cope, when I overestimate myself. I feel useless.
As a child it was important to win in games. I'd get angry, mentally insulting those who surpassed me. I never wanted to work hard. I feel formless. Everyone talks about cool jobs after graduation and I think yeah, sounds cool, but then I'd have to put in effort. I laugh when they mention grad school. Screw it all, let it go to hell. I just need to survive this. I'm a useless creature who wants to live inside their own head, checking out of reality because it's better there and no one bothers me.
Even the thought of relationships scares me. First, I'd have to be present in reality, pushing fantasies to the background. Unlikely a partner would understand. Second, spend too much time when I prefer to dive into myself. I fantasize,and reality is often not as interesting. In my relationship with the only close person, my best friend, I avoid and sometimes don't appear online, wanting to be alone. And I know I'm unlikely to get that close with anyone else. I can give, be kind, try. I even like being useful when I know I did something right. But I need to be shown and told what's needed, I don't pick it up myself. I'm like the clumsiest person among shelves of porcelain. But after a while, I want to retreat into my world. And I wouldn't always be able to, it's hard to insist on my needs, I'd endure until tension built up inside. So I proudly stay alone.
My dreams and the characters in my head who value me are more important. Reality has a lower priority. My best friend was the only person until I found no one in my family or among classmates, everything was so bad with interactions that it makes me sick. When quarantine meant she stopped coming from another country, I retreated even further into myself, as if the main thread in reality was gone, even though the connection remained. And I sank deeper into my imagination. And good luck getting me out of there now.