Thinking or Feeling?

An interesting divergence from a friend of mine who is otherwise quite similar to yours truly cropped up in conversation today, regarding the merits of going into journalism. Essentially, she would love to be a journalist and wants to become one after university, whereas I would hate it with a passion. The big difference in personality this boils down to is really rather simple - she is (from my admittedly biased perspective) very emotional, whereas I am primarily rational.
Why does this affect journalism? Because that difference in how we solve problems, conceive of our opinions and approach events is absolutely key in a journalistic temperament as far as I can see.
Let's approach this from her end to begin with (have you noticed that objective approach in my reasoning? Well you have now, and it serves very much to reinforce the coming points). She sees things subjectively, valuing emotional responses and finding solutions from a human perspective. The impact of an emotional orientation upon her ideas regarding the validity of her opinions is to make them more absolute - essentially, because she happens to feel one way, that way is, as far as she is concerned, unequivocally correct in every respect, and it is not at all unreasonable that her thoughts are treated as universal truth and the wider world informed. Sounds like a journalist, doesn't it? Perhaps you are starting to see where I am coming from...
But for contrast, let's take me. When I have to take decisions, when I formulate opinions... well, when I generally respond to the world around me, I like to look at things objectively. I solve problems using logic and like to see both sides of a given issue, and value rationality in decision making. As such, I realise rationally that my opinions are mine alone and that others opine differently in virtually all instances. Judging people in prose form is not exactly my cup of tea - I love impartiality and loathe spin.
While I adore writing, journalistic writing is anathema to me for other reasons - it is constrained, compromised, routine, uninspired in a creative sense - that is horrifying to my notions of strident individuality (my first comment I received for my original entry on this blog was that the style was "weird") which makes itself manifest in my writing. For me, a journalistic career would be like whoring out my creativity, or at the very least locking it up in chains.
Returning to rationality vs. emotional responses for the moment... obviously I recognise the importance of both - after all, without emotions I would not be so much as human - but I cannot help seeing emotional reasoning as flawed, and naturally distance myself emotionally from a situation in order to function effectively in response. Does that make me heartless? I don't think of myself as such, but I have been called insensitive on various occasions.
It seems more likely to merely be a difference of mental orientation, like the difference between those who plan and work in structures and my spontaneous self, or the difference between those who have an eye for physical and concrete detail and my abstract self.
Perhaps I shall explore those at some later juncture.

So, I have begun.

Why on Earth do I begin so? I am neither arrogant nor neurotic enough to fit the stereotypes of a typical blogger. However, I am whimsical (as shall become evident) and I am self-obsessed; not in a narcissistic fashion (though one without an understanding of my personality might suppose me so) but in a sense of constant thought regarding the notion of the self, my own thought processes (which most see as somewhat unconventional to say the least) and the workings of the personalities of others and how they relate to each other. Simply put, I analyse people, often overmuch and including myself. I am led to suppose it must stem from a burning desire to conceptualise the objective truths of why an individual does this or that, and formulates their life this or that way; a constant, sometimes startling and often obsessive fascination in the way people tick. It's one of those things which give me a true compulsion to fully know the subject in hand, to spot every connection and join every dot, though I know them to be infinite.
Not that I normally show this to people. People do not like to feel under scrutiny (which, incidentally, they never are- it is a social, non-clinical and automatic process I perform and cannot control). There is no malice or ulterior motive in it, either - it is merely the personal manifestation of an aspect of my odd intuitive mind's workings.
I have gone off on a characteristic tangent. I believe I was attempting to express my severe interest in my own mind through presenting the usage of that unconscious method upon others. I must sound terribly creepy, or possibly insane (and having this particular outlet is making me incredibly self-conscious - I am open, but with a sense of privacy, and that sentence fragment made sense in my head). The end of expressing that interest was related to... I'm veering all over the shop (which, tangentially, is exemplary of my tangentiality)...
Yes, in that last paragraph I went from attempting to explain myself to playing with you, mostly to engender an inevitable reaction from you. I wish I could see the look on your confounded face. I do that on occasion - it makes an attempt at empiricism much more entertaining (and boredom is my bane - hence my preoccupation with whatever I find interesting and my swift abandonment of anything I find tedious). Pretentious? Perhaps, but I couldn't possibly care less about that.
I suppose what I am trying to say is that this blog is a means of communicating my inner workings to a world not restricted to my own cranium. I shall strive to externalise my internalisations. Make no mistake, insights will be scattered and possibly incomprehensible (concepts for me draw so many connotations that humanity has devised no words for), but perhaps with time some conception of how I work may come out. If that's what happens, I shall be most pleased. If not, at least I was endeavouring to make a half-decent use of my time and giving my mind a focal point for a while.
I would expatiate on the scattered nature of my thought process, but I fear for one post to go any deeper initially would be a step too far, lest I want nobody to read this at all.