Guilty. I stress out a bit over dress codes and such to ensure I stick to it strictly because otherwise I'm stabbing in the dark.. except I feel odd asking people to approve of my clothing I don't have that cool ISFP buddy that clears all my wardrobe before I leave to an event.
My husband has that ISFP vibe that enables him to tell me about that!
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My husband loves sitting, drinking coffee, and watching people. I hate that.
Ehh....I do that if I really need to just relax and space out for a few minutes. Although I'm not going to make somebody's shitty clothes into a major argument. Most of the time, I'll spend a few seconds and move on. This is even true with attractive women who cross my path - I don't stare.
It amuses me to hear you say that about men in anklets because my son-in-law, Mr. Fashion told my husband that he must wear them with his sneakers instead of regular socks. He is of course still wearing regular socks.
We are in our fifties and fashion has passed us by. We go for casual and comfortable.
Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?