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Someone told me that ?Artist Soul? in Thai is: ?Phom-mee-jai. Rak-jit-ta-gone.? A Swiss person would say: ?kunstler seele.?But exactly HOW does one truly define an "Artist Soul?" Is it a person who sees the world with alternative, bohemian eyes? Perhaps it comes down to what exactly is seen with one's eyes. If a person sees another person who stands out in some way, (beautiful, stone-faced, gruff, rotund, etc...) as a would-be statue in a museum, that person might have a "Sculptor's soul." Some of us might see the Grand Canyon and see a potential painting or a postcard or a snapshot. This could be that a person has a ?painter's soul? or a ?photographer's soul.? A person who has the ?soul of a writer? sees two people interacting in unusual ways in a coffee shop or an airport and he/she wants to write a short story based on what he or she saw. I see comedy and laughter in literally 94% of what I see. Last month in Bangkok, there was a plethora of hilarious "movie moments" abounding in my head. Even crossing the street. Imagine me trying cross the street (with cars zooming around a corner on the NON-RIGHT side of the road) with nervous apprehension? Finally, a young, school girl saw my hyperactive brain and hesitant body language trying to cross the street. She took my hand and helped me. I was so touched. It was downright scary to walk across a busy street in Bangkok! The first few days anyway. I live near the University of Arizona. Pedestrians have the right of way. If a car does not stop, it is a big, big fine. Anyway, seemingly every moment in Bangkok felt like a comedy movie scene. This is the ENFP (Extroverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving) in me. A need to verbalize even the most banal of stories with others. An INFP (Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving) might also see similar scenes in their head, but then they might not have a need to share it with their friends verbally. They might write it as a short story though. Finally, herein lies the comparison and the final, collective gist of this whimsical ?Forum Post.? Of course ?it is a given? that a right-brained, Abstract-Random, ENFP brain type is usually blessed with an artist soul. But what are some traits of the polar opposite? What attributes comprise the basic assemblage of a left-brained, Concrete-Sequential, ISTJ (Introverted Sensing Thinking Judging) brain type? Yes, we know they make great Government accountants. They have fun with numbers. They actually enjoy sitting behind a desk in a small, lugubrious office with a 10-key calculator and having zero interactions with people. But why is it that they generally do not see and feel what the artist feels and sees? If they saw lady on a bus with luminescent eyes, they might not see a potential painting waiting to happen. They might not see some urban youths doing a new dance on Venice Beach as a possible movie moment. Do these people rarely have deep, meaningful ?peak experiences? with buzzing with profound, esoteric significance? If not, can the ?artist soul perception? be cultivated? Does ?smelling the roses? feel unnatural to them? Exactly what inspires them throughout the day? Surely, it can?t be numbers on a calculator can it? IMO, it comes down to this: WE NEED LEFT BRAIN PEOPLE TO FIND CURES FOR CANCERS AND TO DO OUR TAXES. BUT WE ALSO NEED RIGHT BRAIN PEOPLE TO ENTERTAIN AND ENLIGHTEN. It is what makes the world go around. Not everyone can be an artist, right? I have met people in my life that have actually gone an entire day WITHOUT laughter. They have allowed a day go by without experiencing something that they deem profound that happened to them. They have gone weeks, even months without ?smelling the roses.? Is it wrong for me to feel sorry for these people? It is hard to be in someone else?s brain, I know. Yes, we are all different. But still, when I see a quiet, seemingly unfriendly accountant type who does not smile or laugh or smell the roses, I confess, I DO FEEL SORRY FOR THEM. A life without passion is a life unlived. I wish that others could see and feel what I feel sometimes. AESTHETIC PERCEPTIONS breed happy brain chemistry. I AM HAPPY. I want to say ?Hello? to every person I see on the street, but I abstain (or squelch the urge) sometimes. Some people simply think it is just too unhip to connect with a random, happy stranger by returning a smile and a genteel ?good morning.? But damn! I sure wish I knew WHY. What makes these people tick? I want to know!