When huge-ass June bugs start slamming against your window because your light is the only light around.
Freaky fucking beetles.
(I’m an idiot, at first I typed Beatles and almost didn’t notice)
(another sign that I should go to bed, probably)
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SHOW ME THIS SCENE
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I always think of David’s acting like liquid, I keep using the word liquid about him. It can flow across his face, there are depths underneath. Whatever he’s saying at the moment might not be what he’s actually thinking, and even when he’s silent there’s a hundred things going on under the surface. That’s what you ask for from any actor. - Russell T Davies
(via varioussundries)
Well, anonymous Internet stranger, let me add you to the list of people interested in dating me….
AS I SUSPECTED, this brings the list to a GRAND TOTAL OF ONE.
NEW RECORD. WOOO YEAH.
Seriously though, get to know me a bit. You’ll PROBABLY change your mind on that one and be like “Phew, I dodged a BULLET”. I do not make for a very good girlfriend.
Not very good with those emotions, as I think they call them.
Or affection, whatever that might be…
Mostly, I am capable of being snarky and willfully obtuse. Ask literally anyone in the world.
But seriously, do get to know me a bit. That’s always fun.
I recently received an anon that said:
I’m INTJ and I’m not self confident & I do take criticism personally.
I had a brief chat about it with Quel who said that she is only affected by criticism from people she greatly admires, and this is the same with me essentially.
Though neither of us take the criticism personally because we are confident in our abilities which anon said they are not.
To be honest, it wasn’t until January (when I found out I was an INTJ) that my self-confidence grew. Before then, I had always felt like an outsider. Like I never really fitted in and even though I had an INTJ friend (though I didn’t know she was an INTJ at the time because I didn’t know anything about MBTI) I felt like I had no one to really relate to.
This is because she is so smart and does so well at university (and I mean really well) whereas people say I’m smart but I have failed six out of nine modules at university this year and I’m in the process of dropping out. (But this is a story for another time).
Now in this situation, most people would feel like failures and incompetent - which are probably the worst two feelings in the world for an INTJ - but, I don’t. Even though I have officially become classed as a “college dropout” and undeniably bringing shame to my family, I’m more confident in my abilities than I ever have been.
Why?
Because I learnt to accept myself.
Being an INTJ is not easy. Especially in a world where 80% of people are extroverted, 70% of people are Sensors and as Quel rightly pointed out, society is founded on Si-Fe beliefs (this means society enforces social customs/traditional beliefs we must abide by which is hell for INTJs who prefer to just ignore customs altogether).
But somehow, I just accepted my INTJness - flaws and all - and since then I have felt sure enough in myself to know that all my ideas (none of which are anywhere near being actualised) are good enough. And I think remembering this is important: INTJs are what we do.
We define ourselves based around what we think is possible because we live in our heads and reject reality. Accepting that is a good start to building your confidence.
After that I tried to understand how someone like me could belong in such a world and then I stumbled across Helen Fisher’s and Keirsey’s works. They described Directors/Rationals as invaluable to the world, even more so because we are so rare.
Now this is going to sound incredibly smug but…
Seriously? Seriously? AH, I’m so happy, AT LEAST ON THE INTERNET I’M LIKABLE!
But for real, if you want to get to know me, PLEASE feel free to talk to me, that wouldn’t even be weird for me at all.
I mean… two of the contacts in my phone right now are people who texted the wrong number and ended up talking to me about their problems. I love to talk to people. I seriously do.
(Except when it’s actually in real life, where I become literally beyond shy.)
THERE, now you know me a little better already.
I would love to get to know you better, whoever you are.
Too far? Maybe……
No regrets.
