where did my INFP go... oh right, she's outside... where i want to be...

this summer proved to me many, many stereotypes...


crazy the amount of confirmed stereotypes i found...


for example, the rude girl that thinks it's all about her, must interject herself into everything, and when it's time for the story-game (a mad attempt to get campers' minds off of the girl we were taking to the ER...) she interjects with 'and then enters Julie the popstar, actress, diva, famous, beautiful, most wonderful...'
i rolled my eyes and walked inside to check on our 'patient' at that point; she was serious! the full embodiment of the stereotype girl my neighbor and i used to use when we were playing with our beanie-babies. 
i don't like associating people with stereotypes but a large portion of this summer aided in cementing them; the oblivious girl that only wants to plan weddings and is thrown off when you simply say, 'oh yeah, you're falling for it,' the air-head that screams when she thinks there's a bug within five feet of her, the girl with the little half hand glove that wants whatever guy she has at the moment to always pay attention to her no matter what's going on (saw that stereo-type at my school with a girl that thought of me as a big sister... *sigh* wasn't aware that was a trademark of her breed; coincidence i suppose. half-glove things are very unpractical for camp... this was the type that just always wanted attention,) then boy that makes fun of everyone to feel better about himself and no one likes him for it, the girl that puts make-up on to saddle the horses and misses her hair-dryer, the kids that make the 'cool list' just to exclude people, the boy that... okay, he was legitimately OCD. 


then again, when you see several hundred kids over a summer i suppose it's normal to see some types repeated.
and they're not all the same.


but are we really all different or are we all different verisons of a few types?


nothing deep in these questions; just something that struck me several times this summer...
certainly i've seen similarities but the sheer number of perfect models of a certain stereotype was outrageous this summer...
suppose i've singled out the more negative ones; there are also positives.
there was one camper that reminded me of myself; he'd make a great younger brother.
the 3/4th campers said i should marry him.
...
he was a 7/8th grade camper.
i understand the 3/4th graders loved him and they loved me, but GREAT SCOT that was awkward and i got their minds off of that as quickly as i could.
there were a few stereotypes in that group aswell...




random:
okay, i for one love the movie Inception.
brilliant.


...but as for the amount of people saying 'mind. blown.'
well...
it's not that hard to understand.
i was interested, i loved it, but i've been considering things like that since i was riding along to go to t-ball games.
i read a several-pageFAQ about the plot of the movie Inception because i thought 'okay, i only saw it once in a bus with a bunch of basketball players. some people say it's hard to understand and the concepts blow their mind... did i really miss anything?'
the answer?
...no, no i didn't.
hmm.


different levels i suppose.
i love toying with concepts of that sort...


anyhow.
just saw a friend's status.
hence this tangent.




i wonder when stereo-types are useful...
then again, as humans we generally wish to categorize everything.
the most frightening thing of all is the unknown; so if we label it and put it on a shelf then we're in charge, right?


i know, recycled thought.
but then again 'inception' is a recycled thought aswell; people have been contemplating the levels of dreams while in transit to a dusty baseball diamond to swat a ball off of a PVC pipe for countless decades; 
recycled thought is all there is.


...then there are the people that think about how difficult it would be to hold a pie-tin full of jello while jumping up and down on a trampoline when the trampoline is being rolled down the street in a parade celebrating an enchanted unicorn.


...those thoughts are best being left out of the three R's, even if three is a magic number. and we all know that unicorns are magical.




...if you do now know who jack johnson is...
you just missed a pun.