Posts Tagged ‘infp’

r e s p e c t

Posted: January 10, 2016 in infp

i am an infp
i alternately loathe myself

and despise myself
i am self aware of all my flaws, real an imagined
i detest rebreathing air that has already been in my lungs
if you mistake this as permission to show me disrespect, you are on the leading edge of a storm front that will change your life insurance rates


love your neighbor

Posted: June 15, 2015 in depression, god stuff, infp
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love your neighbor as you love yourself

. . .

i’m pretty sure my neighbors wouldn’t appreciate me doing that

. . .

just sayin’

please call me an animal

Posted: June 13, 2015 in infp

what i love about animals is thisthey just are who the are

and they will generally trust

what i dislike about humans is this

they almost always have a hidden agenda

i think i would prefer if people let me scratch behind their ears

then peed on my carpet
that kind of vulnerability and lack of self awareness is somehow comforting and comfortable

I don ‘t know if it’s a blessing or a curse
i don’t know if it’s a reflection of strength or weakness
i don’t know
there’s this woman
we used to date
it’s been years
we bump into each other a couple of times a year
she’s polite, but distant
i have no illusions about her
i live comfortably without her
on those occasions
and then i’m intoxicated


a wish list

Posted: May 19, 2015 in darkness, infp
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i wish that i could know the depths of desperation

i wish that i could know the liberation of absolute failure

i wish that i could know the relief of all my secrets being exposed

i wish that i could know the vacuum of isolation


dear friend

Posted: May 18, 2015 in infp


you’re considering, or have already decided upon becoming my friend

it may not always seem like it, but i’m grateful

there are some things you should know

first, and this is important

you can stop anytime

it will crush me, but i’ll understand


small talk

Posted: April 29, 2015 in darkness, depression, infp
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small talk

i don’t particularly like it

i don’t do it well

i’m either awkward, or literal or both

in fact- last night a friend of mine asked me

‘how are you?’

you know

-how are you

-fine, you?


but because i’m very literal, and awkward, and . . .me

and because i can’t remember very many times in my life where ‘fine’ is the appropriate description of how i am

and because i knew she was really asking

this was my response

(perhaps this will give you pause before making small talk with me)