amerellis
New member
- Joined
- Aug 23, 2011
- Messages
- 461
- MBTI Type
- INFJ
- Enneagram
- 4/9
It follows the typical posting protocol I've worked oh so hard to establish here; It's my posting ass-groove, if you will. Unfortunately, the INTJ porridge is too hot, and the INFP porridge is too cold, and it looks like the only one left is that slop of INTP porridge in between them.
I don't have much to comment on this besides the fact that reading this and the projected sense of persecution and and desperation in the tone of this post made me think of the Pat Benatar song "Love is a Battlefield" for some reason, however, I can't explain why I saw any sort of connection between the two. I even edited the lyrics of the song so they'd be a bit more apt to your present little predicament.
We are Jung
Si to Ni we stand
No function order, no demands
Typology is a battlefield
We are strong, no on can tell us we're typed wrong
Searchin' our posts for so long
Both of us knowing
Typology is a battlefield
Again, not much to say, other than I found humor in this. I imagined you giving this post as a speech in front of an angry mob of pitchfork and fiery torch wielding posters in an attempt to pacify their rage with your touching words of pure intentions and an admission of wrong doing, hoping they can excuse your actions by appealing to their sympathies.
lmao @ your entire post. Maybe you're just noticing a difference in my posting style now that I'm INFJ. Also, if you want me to get all psycho analtyic on you, you WERE just talking about pelting me with cabbages, and then I write a post you found appealing to your sympathies but you still intellectualy disagree with, and then you begin to think of the song love is a battle feild? I'll let you and others conenct their own dots.
[MENTION=13112]Stigmata[/MENTION] so you know I edited