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The Horror of Heart Types đčđ« Enneagram Types 2, 3 & 4 (How to Type People)
by Larissa
I get asked a lot what Enneagram material I recommend, and my go-to is Riso & Hudson. Iâll be expressing previously understood and uncovered concepts as well as my own interpretations. My understanding pathway is informed by what I find profoundly irritating about the types via personal experience, so this wonât be a flattering, soft-focus Baby Blue production. More like a handheld camera with cubicle office lighting that makes everyone look like theyâre decaying and septic.
Weâre all doing our own Egoâs version of being terrible. Donât worry, none will be left unscathed. If youâre a pain piggie, please enjoy torturing yourself in the name of enlightenment and self-growth.
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MISINTERPRETING THE SELF-IMAGE đ
Image Types or Heart Types (Enneagram 2, 3, 4) are âshameâ types - or another way to look at it is a type thatâs trying to avoid shame. Their unconscious goal is to circumvent feeling humiliation through their self-image, identity and sense of self. All attempts to drag their self-concept through mud, âmisrepresentâ it or distort it must be fended off (even if itâs true).
Image Types are trying to outrun the hounds of shame by fixating and doubling-down on their self-concept. Their existence hinges on being able to deflect shame hot potatoes and keep their fantastical self-symbol alive and protected. Hiding in the closet from the barking dogs that howl, âYouâre not the way you think you are! Hereâs how you actually are!âÂ
If you inadvertently trigger this wound, this fight or flight response, and unknowingly pass them a shame hot potato, you might find it spiked back into your face. Triggering this response can come about by doing or saying something that reveals to them theyâre not in alignment with how they think they are.Â
For a 2, that upset could be caused by you pointing out where their âhelpâ had negative consequences; you donât need their help with something theyâre trying to insert themselves in, suggesting they have a self-motivated agenda, or by not appreciating the 50 cookies they brought to the party. Reductive, but also true. You made them feel unnecessary or seen as uncaring.Â
For a 3, that can be treating their value (usually dictated by the instinct) as trivial or unimportant. 3âs can even be triggered by encountering someone who is âbetterâ at whatever their ego resides in (being attractive, competent, skilled, talented, popular or prolific - something thatâs instinctually âvaluableâ to them and usually others).Â
For a 4, that could be something as simple as treating them as if theyâre not a rarity, not catering to their preciousness, or forgetting to walk on eggshells in their presence. Or if you compare them to someone or their creations to something else. You might get a cutting look or a âHow dare you?â if you request them to engage in lowly trash pursuits (4w3) or something thatâs showy and fake (4w5). 4âs are the only ones allowed to have a rider of special exceptions everywhere they go (itâs implied, not necessarily dictated). To expect them to participate like a regular person is insulting.Â
And it doesnât matter if the 2 isnât actually helpful or needed, the 3 isnât actually valuable or impressive, or the 4 isnât actually rare or deep. This is the lie they must believe about themselves in order to survive. 2âs, 3âs, and 4âs will do anything to keep the shame hot potato from staying in their lap. They must spike it away from themselves; eject it from their consciousness lest it wrap its roots around their heart and devour their most prized organ (and sense of identity).Â
SHAME & âTHATâS NOT MEâ đł
All image types auto-reflexively ânoâ at âmisinterpretationsâ of their self-image (how they see themselves). Itâs a dagger straight into their sense of worth. It can inflict agony upon them to be confronted with information contrary to the fantasy they paint of themselves. How this ânoâ can manifest is quite literally (âNo, (insert image correction)...â), doubling down on what they said, repeating the same thing in a different way, a hostile over-reaction, or getting irritated and ending the interaction. Everyone has a heart center, so we all do our heart center to a degree, but youâll notice this kind of thing more with core Heart/Image Types.
This process is not about you, itâs about the Image Type and how they perceive themselves. And this mirage is created to avoid the pain of shame on the identity level. Shame can make you feel violated, disgusting, degraded and left in tatters on the floor. As if someone has pissed in your face. Which is why âhostilityâ is associated with the image center (although other types can be hostile), because this is the hill theyâll die on. Itâs where their self-worth resides.
A 2 ânoâsâ at you âmisunderstandingâ their loving, positive and helpful good intentions - how could it be anything but that? I am but an angel of spiritual nutrition and delicious tiddy to all who are worthy. Theyâll double-down on how charitable and big-hearted they are. To be seen as uncaring or self-serving would cause them tremendous shame. Therefore, they have no malintent, nothing they do ever has negative consequences, and you (dependent, family, lover, close friend) absolutely need them. And if they feel you donât need them and they cannot create a situation in which you do need them, the relationship may experience a rough patch. Because not being needed or having their caring received as caring, is so painful to them on the identity level. They may continuously try to become necessary in your life, often like a broken record, offering you what they think you âneedâ via their dominant instinct (social, sexual or self-preservation aka money/food/useless shit).Â
A 3 ânoâsâ at you âmisunderstandingâ their valuable, attractive and skilled - whether itâs actual skills (sp), popularity (so) or sex appeal/magnetism (sx) - self-image. This will be flavored by their wings. Maybe you misunderstood (or interrupted) their 3w2 story about a special connection they had with someone else (which insinuates their value), or how people threw them a party (which insinuates how desirable they are to others). Or, perhaps, you interrupted or misunderstood their existential 3w4 story about how the grind is wearing them down (which insinuates they suffer for their success) or how other people are getting in the way of their success (itâs never a 3âs fault - theyâre perfect), or how all of these people find them so attractive that theyâre constantly being hit on (insinuating their sexual market value). Youâll understand, they are more or better than others in some area their ego likes to hangout. Because to feel âless thanâ or a âloserâ in this category stirs up a great deal of shame and horror. It makes them feel worthless, which causes them to go into the 3âs coping strategy of Image PR Mode - and if that means destroying you in the process, so be it. If you wound a 3âs self-image by not recognizing or appreciating their worth - or worse, you inadvertently outdo them, call out their competitive BS, or point out the holes in the mounting deceptions theyâre weaving - they will set out to ruin your image and reputation behind the scenes to pass the Shame Hot Potato onto you. (Personal experience, verified.) They do this to regain their sense of self and fend off the hounds of shame at the door.
A 4 ânoâsâ at you âmisunderstandingâ their tragic, unfixable and precious separateness - you canât and wonât be able to understand it or relate to it (by design). A 4 is the only one not wearing a mask (this is their Ego talking), and existing in a plane of personal and creative significance and meaning that is unknowable to others. They will auto-reflexively have a disgust response if you (a phony) attempt to insert, compare or attach your shallow experience to the melodramatic romance and artistic suffering of their experience. Or worse, you try to inflict your hideous âvisionâ or âaestheticâ onto them. Because youâre being fake and they arenât. You canât possibly relate to their experience, because that would mean they have something in common with an empty low-life like you. Not possible - their ego will not allow that narrative to invade the 4âs consciousness. And so it is you who are in the wrong for attempting such an act of profanity. They may even try to unconsciously âone-upâ your sob story/special melodrama with the kind of shit that many people keep hidden or would view as a weakness or defect. Thereâs not room for more than one special exception, just so weâre clear.
More on 4 (because why not?)...Â
For most people, relating is how they feel âsafeâ and connect with others. Relating and connecting puts the 4âs entire self-concept in danger. Itâs ruining their fantasy (which is everything). If they ârelateâ to you, give you special attention, or invite you into their experience, they are making a sacrifice or theyâve taken a shine to you. This is a grand act of generosity, from their perspective. This is not autopilot. They do not feel obligated to do this. This is a conscious choice and it is your honor. Theyâve carved out a little cushion for you, treasured guest. And because the âspecial exceptionâ type has made a special exception for you, it can leave them feeling utterly violated and degraded if they made the wrong call (and the other person may have no idea what they even said or did to insult the 4 because their list of qualms are so specific to them).Â
A 4 wishes to connect under the mask, into the depths and truth of someone (which is often disturbing to others, negative, horrible or tragic). If theyâre making the great sacrifice of connecting with you, itâs because they deem you worthy of their highly limited and precious âother-orientedâ resources. Thereâs something they find special about you (often conditionally) but itâs an act of charity on their part. When a 4 is being âkindâ to someone, itâs because itâs reflecting back to them something meaningful about themselves or because they find something significant in their connection with that person. Maybe that person speaks to their heart, seems sincere enough to engage with, or is so fascinating, beautiful, or conversely strikingly hideous to the point of intrigue, that they capture the 4âs sense of romance or imagination. Or maybe they can just sense a creative pearl forming beneath the surface that a reactive-heart interrogation would bring to the surface.Â
Having said that, good luck if youâre actually suffering and expect the 4 to hold space for more than an hour while you out-suffer their suffering. An unconscious horror will wash upon them as they become less and less the tragic star of their own film, and may have to quickly end communication, âone-upâ you with their own tale of woe or some other tragic affair or spin a narrative of how you somehow cursed them or interrupted their creative process, or some such.
IMAGE ATTACK & IDENTITY NUDITY đ©žđĄïž
When an Image Typeâs image is âattackedâ (whether it actually is or not), they feel naked and disgusting. As if the lights have all been turned on inside the house and they didnât have time to get dressed and make themselves look good. And every wall is now a magnified reflective surface - a house of distorted mirrors, a carnival freakshow. Youâve seen something they donïżœïżœt want you to see, because itâs something that even they cannot look at themselves. And now theyâre staring at it and cannot look away. Itâs something that makes them feel so profoundly inadequate that they had to create this heart-shaped fantasy in order to cope with it. For someone else, that âthingâ may be totally âwhateverâ but this is the thing the Heart Typeâs soul has chosen as its cross to bear.Â
The 2 fears theyâre unlovable and unworthy if theyâre not loving and nurturing. They will be lost in the sea of others, with no one who cares about them and no connections to their own heart (because their heartâs survival requires the blood of others). They control the narrative of their heart by self-sacrificing, giving and loving. They turn themselves into a nest that holds you and cares for you and you cannot survive without.
The 3 fears theyâre unlovable and unworthy if theyâre not valuable, desirable, and impressive. They will be lost in the sea of others, and overlooked and forgotten. They control the narrative of their heart by comparing, competing and achieving. They turn themselves into a desirable âstarâ, a recognizable and impressive trophy. They often surround themselves with other trophies that make them look good by proxy (reflecting back their worth), or make them appear more impressive when sitting next to them on a shelf (because theyâre a smaller/less impressive trophy but still acceptable to their image to associate with or gain a supply of validation from).
The 4 fears theyâre unlovable and unworthy if theyâre common, shallow and relatable. Theyâll be lost in the sea of the faceless masses, with no creative significance or true meaning. They control the narrative of their heart by withdrawing, distancing and separating themselves. They turn themselves into a rare, precious, cryptic and one-of-a-kind symbol. This isnât dissociating or ghosting to the 9âs who relate to this, this is melodramatic and active pain used to self-generate ink and paint. Their absence is noticed. Thatâs the point.Â
This pain of abasement is so profound and bone-rattling, that the Image Type will do anything to avoid it - both consciously and unconsciously.
IMAGE TYPES & THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO THE âMIRRORâ đȘ©
Image types are âmirrorâ types insofar as itâs all about how they see themselves and how that is reflected back to them. I personally think all Image Types view other people as an appendage or reflection of themselves. 2âs to feel needed and loved, 3âs to feel valued and worthy, and 4âs to feel separate and creatively significant.
The Image Center is using you to bolster their self-concept.
2âs use you to feel loved, needed, and give themselves permission to have and do something they feel too ashamed to have/do directly. Youâre needed for their Superego to justify the love they show themselves. They gave you their old sweaters - an act of self-sacrifice - and now they have permission to buy themself a new one. They put you first (their child, or loved one) and sacrificed their big dream, and so now they get to (shamelessly) live through your dream, knowing without them your dream would not have been possible.
3âs use you to elevate their self-image and sense of worth and value through comparison, competition, imitation and emulation. 3âs need you (whether youâre someone they admire, aspire to be like, someone they view as a rival or a rung on a ladder, or perhaps youâre someone they wish to acquire - like a trophy wife, or possess something they want) in order to feel self-worth. Once they have your validation or praise, they feel worthy. Once they have achieved something you could not achieve, they feel worthy. Once theyâre seen as the exemplar, then they finally feel good enough. They need you, because without you they have no metric of their worth.
4âs use you to deepen their experience and understanding of themselves through whatever roiling emotions and tragic narratives theyâre projecting onto you - disgust, unhinged passion, love of their life, despair, inutterable hatred, etc. Or perhaps you serve some utility in their self-excavation (a cameraman documenting the story of their life). Or perhaps being in your presence reinforces the narrative that theyâre separate and âdeepâ because compared to you, shallow vulture, they canât help but be. The juice you provide is specific to the narrative that the 4 has created about themselves that highlights how distanced they are from others. And when you fail to deliver on this highly implausible fantasy or you fail to see and adequately appreciate how special they are - OR heaven forbid, your needs become too front and center - they will paint you fuckinâ OUT of frame in the most melodramatic or insulting way possible (insofar as it feeds into their tragic narrative of suffering and separation). 4âs arenât negatively identified with âseparationâ the way 9âs and 6âs are, they like it that way.
I want to reiterate that itâs not about you. Itâs about them.
2 is pointing the mirror at you and seeing themself in the reflection. Your wins are their wins. Your achievements are thanks to their help. Your problems are their problems. According to the picture they paint, they even suffer more than you do when youâre in pain. They find self-worth and keep the hounds of shame at bay through how much you need them and are grateful for them.Â
3 is having sex with you in a wall-sized (or ceiling, depending on your preference) mirror. Theyâre watching themselves fuck you, dominate you, seduce you, manipulate you, outdo you, destroy you, even BECOME YOU - believing youâll never have better and they should charge you for the experience. And after theyâre done, they may even rob your ass or steal your spouse just because they can. Of course, how a 3 seduces, fucks and destroys you will be largely dependent on other factors of their personality (an SP/SO 3 with a 9 gut will be much more subtle about the entire affair because theyâre more prone to gaslighting themselves about their own intentions, whereas an SP/SX 3-8 wonât be as bothered to hide their bloodlust). They find self-worth in this pursuit, and keep the hounds of shame at bay through comparison and value.
4 is looking at themselves in the mirror, and that is absolutely fascinating enough as it is. If they allow you into the picture with them, itâs because youâre changing the way the light hits them in a way that deepens their understanding of themselves or whatever theyâre fixated on (which is also a reflection of themselves). Or youâre adding to the tragic, symbol-laden narrative theyâre writing about themselves on the mirror. And if you take up too much space in the mirror, try and block their view of themselves and their writings, try and impose your agenda or influence on this experience, or bring in some kind of element that is repulsive to the 4, they will unceremoniously push you away from the mirror, and seal up whatever sewer pipe you crawled out of, you hideous reptile. Itâs ok though, because now youâve become fuel for a self-indulgent song or romantically grotesque painting. *wilted rose emoji*
This is reductive, but itâs necessary to understand what the type is doing by default:Â
For 2âs itâs all about your needs (to meet their needs).
For 3âs itâs all about their needs being met by temporarily adjusting themselves to your needs (and once their needs are met or they realize itâs a waste of time and energy, they will discontinue adapting).
For 4âs itâs all about their needs to meet their needs. They may get into codependent dynamics that support their effete lifestyle or creative opulence, but others are merely a life support system for them to actualize their artistic significance.
Can a 2 be openly selfish and stingy? Yes. Can a 3 authentically care about another person without an agenda? Yes. Can a 4 be kind and generous? Yes.Â
Itâs just not the default program, nor where their sense of self feels âsafe.â
Every single Enneagram type is a user and abuser. And theyâre doing it in service of the horrifying cosmic epoxy that is holding our Ego in place (which we need to survive). Think of these tactics as survival mechanisms. Even ones that you interpret as malicious, are being largely unconsciously enacted by the person with the sole purpose of survival and their continued existence.Â
Because our Personality Type is the lie our Ego tells us to stay alive.
BEING THE âSTARâ OF THE FILM & PUSHING OTHERS OUT OF FRAME đ„đ€©
When I started paying attention to how image types made me feel a few years ago, I noticed the unmistakable sensation of someone attempting to push me out of the frame of my own lifeâs film. Elbowing me out of the way (THE NERVE!) of MY personally created psychedelic New Beverlyâs Worst Hits marathon, and insert themselves in it. Even if I didnât invite them to the show.
âLook at me!â the desperate, wannabe screen stars scream as they try and edit over top of your film with theirs (2âs by intruding and âhelpingâ, 3âs by outdoing and competing, and 4âs by being âdifficultâ). They desire to be the main character in all situations. Youâre merely a bit player in their movie, an extension of themselves, or an object of frustration, affection or rivalry.Â
A 2 pushes you out of the frame to be your needed, adored figure (or to talk about how theyâre the lead in someone elseâs film who needs them), and draw attention to how loving and needed they are. While this means 2âs can be the one who will nurse you back to health, make sure youâre well-fed and cared for it can also manifest in them essentially âowningâ you and having a level of control over your life. Whether itâs because you actually do need them (ie: financially, or theyâre a go-between for something you desire) or because they find a way to constantly meddle and intrude - theyâre indispensable. They become the star through âself-sacrificeâ, martyrdom, manipulation and even hoe behavior if they have SX (like pampering someone elseâs husband or being overtly sexual and gooey). You will know the 2 has invaded your frame when you feel a dozen wet tentacles wrap themselves around your independence, privacy, relationships and agency.
A 3 often enters your film by impressing you with something (which can involve bringing someone elseâs âmovieâ with them to indirectly highlight how valuable they are, whether itâs because the relationship makes them look good or they look good by comparison) or telling you something you want to hear. And if they find your movie more desirable than their current one, and it seems doable to them, once theyâve gained your trust and are squarely positioned in your film, theyâll begin the process of trying to straight up push you out of your own movie and replace you as the leading lady. And if you wonât allow them to edit themselves into your film and become the star, theyâll splice elements of your movie (the aesthetic, film score, dialogue, costumes and other characters) into their movie. And maybe even key your screen or try and steal your audience on the way out.Â
A 4 is in their own film. They arenât trying to push you out of frame to accomplish anything other than keeping you out of theirs. They didnât enter your film, you entered theirs. You taint it. Poison it. Make it ugly. Theyâre largely uninterested in whatever is playing in the other theaterâs rooms (unless it speaks to them in a meaningful way). Perhaps youâre playing a catastrophically loud action film next door and their attention is unavoidably drawn to it. If they have to pause their film, theyâll be seeking to push your vulgar trash out of their screening room so they can resume filming. (This metaphor is getting messy, I know.) And they do this with brooding expressions of disgust, refusing to âparticipate,â dramatic or slyly cutting insults, or intentionally getting under your skin to invoke a negative reaction so they can see behind whatever false persona they think youâre presenting - real or imagined. Theyâre hoping by doing this it cuts the power to your projection room so you just go away, or as grounds to get a restraining order so you can never invade their sacred screening room again. And, if the 4 does invite you into their screening room to bear witness to their film, or even come in as a guest star or romantic interest, it comes with conditions and is revocable at any time. It will be on their terms, not yours.Â
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ENVY & HEART TYPES đ§żđĄđ„
So envy, just like jealousy, is just an average human emotion that anyone could feel throughout their life and that doesnât necessarily indicate type. I know quite a few envious hater 6âs and low-key envious 9âs. The most classically envious type (in my opinion) is 3. However, I believe Envy goes hand in hand with Shame, therefore Image Types are all âEnvyâ types (despite it only being associated with Type 4).
The definition, according to dictionary.com: âTo envy is to feel resentful and unhappy because someone else possesses, or has achieved, what one wishes oneself to possess, or to have achieved.â
All Image Types are Envy types because theyâre all about their self-image, and if information to the contrary comes in that someone is like or more of that self-concept than themselves it might trigger the fuck out of them. If they see that person as threatening to their self-concept then envy can arise. Because Image Types want to avoid the shame of not being how they desire to see themselves at all costs, envy can be highly activating to them.
If youâve ever been in a room with a pair of 2âs, you know exactly what Iâm talking about. Itâs a nurturing and self-sacrificing competition. Who is the most caring and generous? Itâs totally hilarious and revolting. The muffins flying, the offers of this favour and that favour, while also smiling and flattering each other. 2âs wonât identify with the emotion of âenvyâ (as a Superego Type), so theyâll seek to erase it through care and flattery because it goes strongly against their self-concept.
3âs envy and covet what you have, what you are, who you know, how you look, who youâre with, your success, etc, when it triggers their self-concept. What they envy are the things they think have âworthâ or âvalueâ where the Ego lives. If you have that in an area they do (or perceive as lack in themselves), then they will envy that. 3âs envy is in the conventional sense of the word. Higher health 3âs are more playful and light about this competitive aspect of themselves, but lower health 3âs can become quite calculated, sinister and underhanded when their âenvyâ is awoken. 3âs seek to do something about their envy as Assertive types. I think of low health 3âs as the Single White Female type, because once they get into envy mode theyâre not just content to outdo you, they also want to replace and annihilate you.
4 envy is kind of pitiable, on some level. They envy people being able to just function and have some kind of normal life that feels unreachable to them because theyâre simply so despairing and separate. Of course, they donât actually want a regular life or to be functional like a regular person. As Withdrawn Types, theyâre not going to do anything about this envy (except maybe just trashing the other person), because to do something about it would go against their self-concept. Their envy is like âLook at those mindless, plastic phonies going to their meaningless jobs.â They could easily do that too, but they donât want to. Type 4âs envy is tainted by dysfunction, repulsion and hate.Â
A 3 will seek to destroy their rival or best them, but a 4 will look at that person as a way to make excuses for why they can never truly exist in congruency with this world (which feeds their self-image) or further unconscious fuel for separation. âIf only I had a director dad, then Iâd get my movie made⊠Of course they have an album, theyâre a sell-out pod person⊠Oh, if only I was a cum-guzzling fraud, then I too could get an art show.â The irony is - like I already said - they donât even really want whatever it is theyâre enviously whining about, because if they got it theyâd find a way to ruin it themselves.Â
3âs want success and will seek to maintain it. 4âs may entertain delusions of grandeur - being able to support themselves with their creations is ok (for a while), but âsuccessâ isnât on the table. It may give them a temporary high before it quickly leaves them feeling disgusting. Theyâll set fire to their entire life to just purge it from their psyche. Itâs only by the grace of The Simulation that a bunch of notorious famous 4âs have maintained careers for as long as they have, despite being insufferable. And so, this envy is just a projection of self-hatred about their own self-indulgent uselessness more than anything else. Bitching and moaning is a recreational pleasure.
THE HEART CENTER COMES WITH STRINGS ATTACHED đ»
2 is emotionally expanding outwards (service, care, you). 2 is emotionally self-indulgent outwards (masturbatorily overdoing their connections to others with intrusion, meddling, âhelpingâ).
4 is emotionally expanding inwards (creation, reflection, me). 4 is emotionally self-indulgent inwards (masturbatorily overdoing their connection to self and their creations).Â
3 is emotionally triangulating between themselves and others. 3 is emotionally self-indulgent with others' gaze directed at them (masturbatorily getting hits of validation from others to feed the self).
TYPE 2: STICKY, SWEET STRINGS THAT LURE YOU IN BUT ARE IMPOSSIBLE TO WASH OFF
2âs heart strings are active tentacles. 2âs identity is pulled inside. Their self-worth is other-generated and it travels past the outer barrier. Tentacles that reach outward to feed and nourish itself.Â
Their focus is radiating out, pulling you inside of them, like Hansel & Gretel into the witchâs candy house, or a Kraken pulling you into its caring mouth. They want to fatten you up with love so you canât leave. The more you depend on them, the more impossible it becomes to escape (sucks to be a 9 or 4 fixer). And when itâs time to collect, youâre going into the Egoâs oven to be baked to perfection and devoured. Your success will be because of them. Your new family home will be the one they move into or invite themselves to all the time.Â
2âs imprint on you, they leave their stink on you, they meddle and insert themselves. They are a drug you need (and probably didnât ask for) in order to survive. Like a drug dealer: âThe first one is free.â The 2 also has an agenda, and with that agenda comes entitlement. How this entitlement fucks them over is that it literally drives people away, running, screaming, erecting hostile boundaries full of booby traps to keep the milky teets and caring, prying fingers from being thrust into their faces and orifices.Â
2's put focus on you, so they donât have to experience shame. By turning you into an appendage, or tasty baked morsel, your offering to the Shame Kraken keeps the fantasy of their kindness alive and keeps the roiling embarrassments at bay.
TYPE 3: THE HEARTâS STRINGS ARE A GLISTENING RAZORSHARP TRAP
3âs heart strings create an invisible, glittering fishnet (that can become razor sharp with the flick of a wrist) and moves outwards and inwards. Their unconscious intention is to harvest trophies. While they're telling you what your own desperate little heart wants to hear, they're pulling everything they deem valuable of yours into their own image to enhance their self-worth. This might be your ideas, partner, friends, connections, energy/time/efforts, talents, knowledge or attention.Â
As long as you allow this transaction to occur seamlessly, continue to feed the image beast with praise or whatever their Assertive heart desires, while never doing anything to make their position or self-image feel threatened, youâre safe. But this false image they created just for you is also a trap. The moment you renege on this dynamic, it's like that scene in CUBE where the net comes down and slices you into tiny pieces. The fishing net you didnât notice closing around you, that was shoplifting all of your treasures, pulls taut and cuts through every muscle and bone. And youâre severed in pieces on the ocean floor, wondering what the fuck just happened. Left watching as the 3 floats away with bags of your shiniest âtrophiesâ to applause from the other people they have tangled in their image net of horrors.
As controllers of this net and the flowing waters around it, 3âs control the gaze towards their positive attributes, valuable assets, skills and accomplishments. They became what is desirable, and therefore they feel entitled to acknowledgement, appreciation and rewards - even if those ârewardsâ are your personal effects. They turned their heart into a 24/7 marketing team and they require compensation for the hard work. They might tell themselves theyâre just competing with themselves, but they also want admiration and validation. Without it they wither.
This is how 3âs lose themselves to the entitlement of their Attachment Heart. That quest for ultimate validation turns them into someone who is not even them, tangled up in their own razor-sharp fishing net full of trophies that are now sinking them, weighing them down. A phantom of a xerox of a replica spinning around in a pile of silt. And all of the praise, awards, and riches mean nothing.Â
TYPE 4: THE HEARTâS STRINGS ARE RUSTY STEEL THAT CUT YOUR FINGERS WHEN YOU TRY AND PLAY A SONG ON THEM
4âs heart strings are pointed inwards, the entrance is hidden, and the strings are taut and rusty like an old guitarâs. Theyâre soldered directly into the 4âs ribcage with viscera of past heartbreaks and slights interwoven. Their focus is on their own heart and find it difficult to put endless focus on others regardless of what they get in return - because nothing is more rewarding to a 4 than themselves and their private cave of reflective surfaces and tortured ghosts.Â
A 4 may have a lover theyâre consumed with, but itâs feeding their fantasies with a narrative of some kind of otherworldly romance, that only serves to intensify their active, self-focused melodrama. And this can create tangles in the strings the more another person is involved. If you receive an invitation to the outer cavity of the rose-shaped dungeon ribcage, youâll never be truly comfortable or alone with your beloved. The rusty steel strings will be cutting into your skin. Youâll be walking around on eggshells and waking up alone in bed to late-night howls in the corridors. And when you investigate whatâs going on at such an ungodly hour, youâll find your 4 naked and sweaty with a muse (an apparition from the past or future, a freakish fascination, or another person who they âneedâ for creative fuel). And theyâll throw a jar of paint water at your head for interrupting the love-making process.Â
The deeper Type 4 goes into themselves (which is a life-long project), the more burrowed into their own prison they become until it collapses on them like a tomb. There is no exit. Visitors are invaders. 4âs heart is not just deep in the ribcage of self, itâs inside a vault with levels of passwords and symbols and booby traps. And if you try and put your hand in, the acid will get you. Do not confuse this with The Mask of 3 or 9. The 4 isnât losing themselves to the hustle or connection, theyâre not adapting to your face and secretly hiding another personality. Theyâve simply crawled so deep inside their own ass that all they can smell is shit. Youâll smell it, too.
Unlike a 3 or a 9, 4âs are not really taking you into themselves. You may have an extended visitor pass, but it is just that - a visitorâs pass. And itâs entirely conditional upon your behavior enabling their MORE PRECIOUS THAN LYFE persona and self-centered activities. This isnât to be confused with a 3 wanting to feel like the Star or VIP MVP Blah Blah Blah. If you take a broke and unknown 4, their life will probably be quite small and creating some kind of tortured artist existence in a leaky basement in some vacuous city they love to criticize, they drink to excess and eat their paint when theyâre depressed, and make their girlfriend (or parents) pay for everything so they can finish some shitty life-altering, deep painting that once theyâve finished it they fucking hate - and they hate you too, dear loved one and supporter - to infinity and beyond. If you take a famous 4, their life may also be insular but theyâre likely able to indulge many of the grand fantasies they have of their specialness, and will be able to bank roll ridiculous shit (like Prince and Paisley Park).Â
A 4 keeps their strings tight so they can snatch their heart back at any moment. No one truly holds it but the 4. Not to be confused with a 3âs âheartlessness.â 4âs simply canât allow their heart to stray too far from their own rib cage for too long, before it starts to hiss and ash like a vampire in the sun. And they return to their faithful muse who never abandons them - themselves.
IMAGE CRAFTING - WHO IS ACTUALLY DOING IT? đïžđđïž IS IT FAKE NEWS?
While âImage Typesâ essentially put forth an âimage,â the concept of âimage craftingâ is (in my opinion) primarily the realm of 3. Iâm not sure who came up with this concept, but it seems ancient and deeply embedded in Enneagram discussions spanning many groups. Perhaps this is semantics, but I think this aspect of âimageâ causes confusion for people who are actually a 3, 6 or 9.
2âs and 4âs donât curate or âcraftâ how you see them, they are just aggressively doing their type. And you may misinterpret this âimage,â but theyâre not going to adjust their image to get the desired effect. They are just going to double-down on what theyâre already doing, like a wind-up toy with feet that can only point in one direction. 3âs will adjust to get the desired effect (which is having their value appreciated and worth validated) which involves crafting, curating, adjusting, recreating, reassembling.
Masking, shifting, curating and crafting is the realm of Attachment/Adaptation (3, 6, 9).
All Attachment Types - because they are Adapting - are âcraftingâ an âimageâ to a degree. The projected Self is influenced by its surroundings and somewhat (if not wholly) malleable. Even 6âs, who are reactive types and therefore all about ârealnessâ and authenticity do this, too. Because 6âs are adapting in the head center and wanting to find common ground with their chosen group, be liked, accepted or counterphobically backed up by a posse or outlier group - which necessitates a level of self-abandonment.Â
3âs are the ones actually âcrafting an imageâ that they are âsellingâ you. They will fake it âtil they make it (and this is something that has to be constantly maintained, updated, tweaked, renovated, split-tested and checked for outdated, out-of-fashion or undesirable aspects). 3âs craft their image to get their desired outcome, therefore their image is fluid and malleable (so long as itâs flattering to their Ego).Â
2âs and 4âs do their own type to their own detriment. There isnât crafting involved. Just the same unsightly flea market atrocity, year after year.
2âs embody the nurturer archetype and they cannot veer from their programming, even if it would be to their benefit. A 2w3 may be a social climber (like a 3w2) but theyâll be doing it by ingratiating themselves and making themselves necessary to someone they deem important. A 3w2 can paint themselves as ânecessaryâ to get their foot in the door, but itâs a crafted image to get a desired effect and they will craft a new charming one, moment-to-moment where necessary to get what they want. Because ultimately the 3 wants to be the shiniest and most valuable (not the one doling out cupcakes and kisses).
4âs are their image. They are the (self-inflicted) suffering artist, the embodiment of creativity and depth (in their mind) and even when theyâre âwithâ you, itâs still all about deepening their own experience of self. Not about convincing you they are a certain way or upholding some kind of âimage.â The concept of image is actually fucking disgusting to 4âs, because it implies there is something false about them. They may âcorrectâ you if you paint them with the brush of a vapid commoner, but theyâre unlikely to elaborate either because youâre not worth the pearls, swine. They may bring their ratty sketchbook with them everywhere they go, but it's in service of them reinforcing their self-image to themselves. You donât need to witness it (unless they want you to).
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They Wear Our Faces
A little story I wrote and will be expanding on đč
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TOP SECRET - FILE 1923/B-17
BRITISH WAR OFFICE
RESTRICTED ACCESS
DOCUMENT TITLE: Recovered Field Note - Ypres Trenches, 1917
CLASSIFICATION LEVEL: CONFIDENTIAL
DATE OF RECOVERY: 04 February 1918
RECOVERED BY: Royal Engineers, 4th Division, Trench Clearance Unit
LOCATION: Western Front, Sector 8B
SUMMARY:
The following document was recovered from the collapsed remains of an isolated trench system near Ypres during post-battle trench reclamation. It appears to be the final written account of an unidentified soldier, penned during the night of his presumed death. The contents suggest mental deterioration and paranoia, potentially induced by extreme combat stress and environmental conditions.
However, field investigators reported unexplainable circumstances surrounding the site: a total absence of bodies or personal effects, anomalous damage to trench structures, and reports from nearby units of âunearthlyâ sounds during the nights preceding the trenchâs abandonment.
The testimony contained herein has been sealed under government order. No official explanation has been provided for the events described.
WARNING: Unauthorized access to this document is punishable under the War Office Secrecy Act.
Recovered Note (Unedited):
The rain poured down in relentless sheets, soaking everything to the bone. Mud clung to my boots like a curse, each step sucking me further into the earthâs cold embrace. The trenches were no longer walls of safety but wet, stinking graves waiting for their occupants. The sky above was a roiling mass of black clouds that seemed to bear witness to the horrors below, silent and uncaring.
I was the last one awake. Or at least, I thought I was.
Corporal Lyle had been the first to vanish. No one saw it happen, only heard his screamâshort, clipped, and finalâbefore silence swallowed the night. When we found his rifle the next morning, it was bent in half like a childâs toy, streaked with a sickly, iridescent slime.
We told ourselves it was shellfire, or maybe a stray artillery round, though we all knew no bomb could leave such marks. The day had passed in grim silence, and when night fell again, I began to understand the truth.
The first to disappear that night was Private Malloy. He had been on watch, pacing back and forth at the trenchâs edge, muttering about his wife back home. One moment he was there; the next, the shadows seemed to swallow him whole. I saw it with my own eyesâsomething moved in the darkness, its outline almost human but wrong. Too tall. Too thin. Its limbs jerked as though they were being puppeted, the movements awkward and stuttering. It dragged Malloy into the abyss, ignoring his kicking and screaming.
When we ran to his post, all we found was his helmet, crushed into the mud.
The others tried to stay brave. They clutched their rifles like rosaries, whispering prayers into the storm. By the third night, there were only six of us left. The storm had grown worse, and the rain felt alive as it lashed at our faces, cold and unyielding. That was when the creatures came closer.
I didnât dare sleep. Those who did never woke up. I stayed in the corner of the trench, clutching my rifle, the metal slick with rain and sweat. I could hear them out there, just beyond the walls of mud and wood. They whispered in voices that almost sounded human, calling us by name. Sometimes, they imitated the voices of the men who had vanished, begging for help.
âHelp me! Itâs Malloy! Iâm stuck out here!â
But when I peered through the slats of the trench, I saw only shapes. Lurching, shambling shadows that moved with a grotesque rhythm. I told myself not to listen. That wasnât Malloy. It couldnât be.
By midnight, Sergeant Owens broke. He clambered over the trench wall, shouting curses at the storm, firing his rifle into the darkness. We all screamed for him to come back, but then the night swallowed him whole. His screams echoed for what felt like hours, distant and horrible.
âItâs eating me!â his voice howled, before it was cut off with a wet, choking gurgle.
The others fell apart after that. One by one, they tried to flee or to hide. It made no difference. By dawn, I was alone.
The trench was silent now, save for the constant patter of rain and the distant rumble of artillery. I clutched my rifle and stared at the pale, gray light creeping over the horizon. The ground around me was littered with remnants of my comradesâshreds of uniforms, broken weapons, and strange, slimy footprints leading back into the dark.
I thought I might make it. The creatures didnât come during the day, or so it seemed. But as the hours dragged on, the sky grew darker once more, the sun suffocated by thick clouds.
I tried to think of a plan. Climb out of the trench? Run until I collapsed? Every option seemed like a death sentence. The shadows were already lengthening, the unnatural quiet settling in
And then I heard it
A voice, just behind me. Familiar.
âHelp me, mate. Itâs Lyle. I found a way out.â
I froze. My fingers tightened around the rifle. I didnât turn around.
âDonât you want to go home?â the voice continued. It was wrong, too perfect, like someone mimicking his voice from memory.
The mud squelched behind me as something moved closer. My breath caught in my throat. Slowly, I turned.
What stood before me wasnât Lyle. It wore his face, but the eyes were empty pits, the mouth stretched too wide, the limbs too long and wrong. It tilted its head, as if trying to remember how humans moved.
I raised my rifle and fired.
The thing didnât fall. It lunged.
I ran, my boots slipping in the mud, the storm howling around me. The trench seemed endless, the walls closing in. Behind me, I could hear the thingâs laughterâhigh-pitched and stuttering, like a broken phonograph.
I donât know if Iâll make it through this night. But if anyone finds this, know that the war isnât the only horror in these trenches. There are things here that donât belong, things that wear our faces and whisper in the dark.
And when the sun sets, they will come for you too.
I donât want to die here, but the sun is gone, and theyâre coming. God help me, theyâre comâ
Private Wilâ
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