At the time they cut me free. I was brimming with defiance. Doctors looking down on me. Breaking every law of science.
How'd I ever end up here? A latent strain of color blindness. Then it seemed to dawn on me. Haemoglobin is the key
hungry, i'm eating lamb and potatoes and salad my mom sent back with me when i get home only 5 more hours oh i have nothing to drink i'll stop at the convience store and get something with nice middle eastern man.
There's no denying it, I'm in an 4 pit, it's dark down here. I feel as if I'm falling apart, trying to extract some sort of levity from it by imagining myself loosing an appendage at a time, yet continuing to trudge forward as some sort of aetheric mist. My ghost is stubborn, thank god.
Confused, type-wise. I just stayed up a few hours having a conversation with two people who I assume are... "friends" - and, I put that in quotation marks because a term to our relationship hasn't yet been established but anyway - yes. Discussion with two of my friends and functions and type was brought up. I asked if they could potentially give a brief insight into whether they believed me to be an INFP or ENFP and they both seemed pretty set with the idea of seeing me as a Fi dom, with one piece of reasoning being that my Te had evidently been underdeveloped. A while after, we touched base on Enneagram and the other friend who I knew just a bit more said she assumed my tritype to be 4w3 > 9w1 > 7w6 - which, I found vaguely interesting. Looking at these new insights has definitely created incentive to be more reflective upon myself - which may or may not be a good thing as I already consider myself to be fairly self-absorbed but getting on track yet again - it's made me realize that I haven't shared all sides of me. At least, not quite yet. It's undeniably difficult for me to completely share all parts of myself with them and I'm kind of just there. The occasional one-liners and joking around with personality, sure. But, I feel like all I ever really shared with them came down to the fundamentals. I'm not too bothered by it. I quite enjoy their presence and I feel like it's a mutual thing as well but it's clear that their knowledge of me is shallow. It especially feels estranging in a way after coming to the realization that I feel like I know almost everything there is to know about both of them. Well - not almost everything but... what they care about. And when it comes to me? I just... I'm not sure anymore.
*only interacts with other memes such as (me x2)-self (two negatives = a positive) who regularly use the font comic sans unironically*