Welcome to the inner workings of my life,
So dark and foul I can’t disguise,
Night like this,
I become afraid,
Of the darkness in my heart,
I wish I feel stronger than I think I’m.
Sometimes I’m talking to myself, because I don’t know how to talk to you any more.
If you want to avoid getting called on in class or in a meeting, then you should wear the color black. All the other color frequencies will reach the eyes before black.
Avoid being the first one noticed, those with colorful clothing will attract the attention before you will.
Er.. uh.. I've kinda already analyzed that idea moments ago.
- Me: We got problem. (explain) What do you think? *being human*
- Friend: How about this? (one idea popped)
- Me (in mind): That idea had crossed my mind a while ago. I had already analysed that idea 15 minutes ago. I've broken it down in pieces, processed it bits by bits, and reconstructed it with every possible solution. It's simply illogical and improbable. Conclusion: we can't do that.
- Me: We can't do that. It's illogical.
Never have dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul. -unknown
Terrible things about birthdays, by me, an INTJ.
- People ask you to make a list of what you want. You don’t really want anything, but they insist, so you make a list. They don’t get you things on said list.
- The list you make is simple, a few objects, all reasonable prices. They are things you’d like (but aren’t too willing to spend your own money on), or things that are useful/things you need. Instead, you get things that you have no use for, that lay around for a significant time until it feels safe to dispose of them in some manner. (Also feeling slightly guilty that someone spent money on these things, but you didn’t ask for them, so why did they buy them for you again?)
- You don’t like birthdays. Or at least, your own. You hate attention on yourself, and for some reason, people think that if it’s your birthday, you must want ALL of the attention. Wrong.
- The obligatory “What, it’s your birthday? Happy Birthday!” Please. I won’t cry if you don’t wish me happy birthday upon finding out that it’s my birthday. You are under no obligation to wish me such a thing. Only say it if you’re sincere.
- You actually get kind of sad on your birthday. It’s not because you’re growing older. Actually, you can’t really pinpoint why you feel sad/depressed. You just do.
- Did I mention the attention and how I hate it? Presents I don’t mind. A simple acknowledgement from friends and family I can survive. Gathering together to stare and take pictures as you open presents is the most abhorred thing ever. Just call it a day and go to bed.
Well, somebody just speak my mind for me!