🤣(death By Laughing?)

Adulting to me involves the stuffy things I have to do to survive. Usually, somehow forcing myself to be a good little human by skirting around the outer edges of society.

This world forces people to suffer hours every day just so they can eat and live under a warm roof. What kind of world is this? Why isn’t food and safety a right? Why are people struggling with more than one job just to feed their children? This is a broken world.

So I have to pretend to be like the rest of the poor souls and adult my way through life. Push myself in ways I haven’t before. Pay a bill for something that makes no sense to me. Don’t even get me started on taxes. Why am I working just so some invisible entity can steal it all away?

Is that being an adult? Or a blind pushover?

“Adulting” only reminds me of what I dislike about this planet. There is so much more to living than being forced to sit in front of blinding screens and working our fingers raw for a mere nickel that will only be stolen away in the end.

I want people to see how beautiful life can be. That the pressures we face daily aren’t what being alive is about. Life is about expanding our minds and entwining our hearts with those we love. Everything else is an unnecessary burden to bury in an empty field, then covered over in blue wildflowers.

Forget this adulting business. It isn’t being an adult to take on these responsibilities. It just means a person is old enough to officially take on roles we’ve been trained for since we first stepped foot into school as children. All those long years of brainwashing just for these happy moments of being an adult. I’m not particularly proud of what humanity is doing to itself. *sighs and wanders off*

Does it even exist at all? Or is it another dream?

Mate

Change a single letter and change the word game

I want to play a game with you all.

You have to make a new word by changing only one letter of the last word.

Dirt

“I didn’t fall for Iris like a ton of bricks. I fell like I was a star and she was the end of the world. A cataclysmic crash of two people, never to be the same.”

The Girls I’ve Been, by Tess Sharpe

First Prince Forever!

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He called Henry the North Star once. That wasn’t bright enough.

I think I’ve answered variations on this question before. But it’s been a while, so let’s see if I have a different perspective than before.

First, I will say that there are people who do (mostly) understand INFPs. These are usually those who have an INFP in the family, as a close friend, or are in a relationship with an INFP.

As for the rest of the world… There’s quite a bunch of Extroverts and Sensors out there. That’s a good reason people might not understand INFPs.

Want more reasons? 😅 Hmm, let me think… 

INFPs are not a very common type

INFPs are quiet and won’t share themselves with just anyone

INFPs enjoy discussing the unusual and lesser-chosen topics

INFPs spend a lot of time in their heads

INFPs want to explore all the what-ifs before moving on

INFPs may think and speak with metaphors and symbols

INFPs may be distracted by the beauty of trees blowing in the wind

INFPs take part in conversations to listen more than to speak

INFPs will feel emotional pain at another’s distress

INFPs can cry about something other people may not understand

INFPs dislike following the crowd without a good reason

INFPs may talk to animals and inanimate objects

INFPs want to understand the reasons behind someone’s actions

I think the most important reason is the first on my list. INFPs are not a common type. If something is less common, then it is less understood. Bottom line, really. Not sure if there is anything mysterious about it. 💗

Thanks for the question. 😊