#intp questions

“Great!”

“Fine.”

“I’m good.”

“I’m alright”

“All good.”

“Not bad.”

You don’t actually give a shit anyways. 

I learnt overtime that I realize my own predictions. Repeat the same process and hope that things will miraculously turn right. I live with this consciousness of stupidity, taught myself to be void of emotions so I will never get hurt. In return it’s a sense of emptiness that consumes every other aspect of self.

This talk of all or nothing, no return is for if I do come back with less of myself, I can think about not losing the whole. I do not deserve to think that I have problems and issues because they are relative terms. How do you fight both sides of a war and still lose? (A reader brought up this statement awhile ago. I am afraid I don’t have an answer, or maybe I am too coward to commit to one)

I am not sure when I started preferring cowardice over failure, emptiness over turbulence, pity over aggression. I don’t plan on fixing them and I don’t want to be fixed. This stubbornness chases my consciousness around. By now I’ve written myself into contradiction so I will just leave it at this.

I’ve been wondering for awhile now whether I should include images in this tumblr. After all, that’s sort of the point of tumblr right? When I first start I felt words leaves room for imaginations, but over time you also realize, there’re things you can’t quite put into words. As a person who create images on a daily basis, I understand people’s preferences for different artistic styles and their potential bias. Perhaps there’s an objectivity to clean typography on a blog page, or maybe I am too timid to drift away from this objectivity or being judged. I am still unsure.

Friend: “You gotta marry up!” (on how he married a hot girl)
Me: “But when you are marrying up, someone is marrying down.”

Friend: “I thought that was a brownie.” (referring to an obvious non-brownie object.“
Me: "I feel sorry for you.”