I came to an understanding at a young age about what were real emotions and what were just staged. I know myself very, very well; I know when I'm full of shit, when my arguments have no basis, and when I'm being unreasonable or mean. Not like I'll ever admit it, of course. Rule #1 of selling yourself, look completely convinced of your own bullshit.
Interesting. I wonder how this plays out with personality theory, or if it even needs to. You'd think that something like that would. Maybe as a guy I'm less in touch with my emotions?
All I know is that I'm a continual actor. I'm hugely optimistic and extremely flexible to the point of being careless and cynical about the past and free-as-the-wind about what may come. So basically what that amounts to is that while I'm enjoying life to the fullest, I simply don't give a sh*t about anything. Things can go pretty much go to the shitter and I won't care because there's always a way to fix it. There are sometimes exceptions to this, though.
Anyway my point is that with this attitude I can safely act my way through anything because I'm rather calm and impassive, thus I work things to my advantage by keeping cool and in control. Honestly I think I can't tell the difference because I probably just don't have enough "genuine" emotion to compare against. Most of the fucking time I AM faking it.
I remember my ESFJ sister being angry/frustrated at me over something silly when I was a teenager -- she was ranting at me that I was so oblivious to how wrong and stupid I was and that I needed to have someone force me to understand because I'm incapable of doing it on my own. I told her, with an impassive expression and all-business tone of voice, that the fact that I don't admit how fucked up I am doesn't mean I'm not fully aware of it and in fact, I am in better control of my own actions and am more self-aware than her projecting, tantrum-throwing ass could ever hope for.
She was just...dumbfounded, haha. I'll never forget the stunned look on her face, as though I had smacked her.
Hah, this I relate to. I know exactly what I'm doing every second of the day. I fake it so well, though, that people are 100% convinced of my bullshit even when I inform them otherwise. I realized early on that that doesn't work. If you're going to act, you just gotta play it through because people believe the illusion. So you gotta know exactly what card you wanna play from the outset and stick with it.
Sometimes I've played stupid on purpose, in fact I used to do it fairly constantly as a kid, but I realized it has its drawbacks. I mean, people will let you get by with stuff or start talking about somewhat confidential matters in your presence if they've come to think that you're unaware or not bright enough to understand, but then again, they also think you're a retard and never give you the benefit of the doubt...
Of course, that's when you look for just the right opportunity to come right back at 'em and shock them all with your mad smarts.

Now that requires some skill.
Scott and I have been having some very serious financial problems. Last month, I had no way to pay my rent. My landlord waited as long as he could and he tried to work with me, but it was the end of the month and he had to do what he had to do and I was 24 hours away from having an eviction notice posted on my door and I had literally no way to stop it -- not enough funds, resources were tapped, friends couldn't spare anything. I was hyperventilating, crying, pacing back and forth -- man, I was a mess. I think it was the shock of seeing my utter lack of composure that got my mom to grudgingly admit that she could do some clever banking and get me what I needed to keep my apartment. Once my rent was paid and I had a moment to relax I felt completely shredded. It was hot bath and beer time for me.
Shooooot, that's why I only pay rent to roommies, hah. My current landlord IS my roommie. I haven't had trouble paying rent, though. Maybe a couple days late every once in awhile, but yeah.
In similar situations I definitely start freaking out. That's when I'd be digging through my closet for ebay-worthy items, hah. Ask my boss for a quick loan or at least an advance check. Buy alot of clothing on sale and return it all to a higher-end store. Y'know, something simple.
