I remember how I used to write in my personal journals and blogs and how I never made any sense in them. The way I used to describe things and my own experiences were almost like a mad drunk man mumbling inane bullshit in his drink. I sounded like a mental patient, but it felt so natural when I wrote like that. Now, I take extra care to not leave any important details out, even though I always seem to keep out an important piece in what I write, but by then, its too late to add it back in. If I could describe how I write, its like a watercolor waterfall sprouting out from my head and mouth, spilling all over the floor, trying to make coherence to the naked eye.
I wonder if this correlates with a cognitive function and if so, which one could it be.
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I went camping with my research grou, and tonight everyone finally settled dowm at 9pm. I set up the fire.all nice, everyone was chatting and I was looking forward to a long night of chatting. Then one by one they ALL go to bed for one reason or another by 10:30. The one person (my boss's wife) who wasnt tired had to go to bed because her 6 year old daughter demaded she sleep with her.
I hate children. I hate how they get in the way of so many things and require so much attention. Now I am stuck sitting by myself for hours. The one thing I love about camping above all else is good conversation around the fire, and everyone bailed depriving me of that.
This really fucking sucks and I can't help but be mad at eveyone for being weak and lame as hell. God fucking damnit.
MBTI: ExxJ tetramer Functions: Fe > Te > Ni > Se > Si > Ti > Fi > Ne
Enneagram: 1w2 - 3w4 - 6w5 (The Taskmaster) | sp/so Socionics: β-E dimer | - Big 5: slOaI Temperament: Choleric/Melancholic Alignment: Lawful Neutral External Perception:Nohari and Johari