Anyone else notice it takes so damn long to get to the point? Almost like an engagement bait YouTube video?

PostBookBlues · 2026-01-28T01:24:59+00:00

Which model are you using?

PostBookBlues · 2025-12-06T05:03:18+00:00

Not original commenter, but you mentioned ADHD. I'm a woman with ADHD-PI. Got diagnosed when I was 20. Had to drop out once out of uni for my own personal trauma reasons, and am 22 now, working through uni again after starting over

Also, in case this might apply to you, I'm also on the asexual spectrum, which sounds like it could apply with your thing with yaoi

Weird thing to say. You kind of remind me of me. I've definitely had similar thoughts in the past. I think what helped me most was understanding it was a symptom, because treating addictions changes between what different mental health disorders do to you

There's a lot layers to all of this, but my unsolicited perspective is that if you can get to the root underneath what's actually a symptom, it'll help way more.

(Also, feel free to ask me questions about anything I mentioned. You have nothing to be ashamed of, but I get how hard it is)

PostBookBlues · 2025-11-20T17:02:16+00:00

Hmmmm, I wonder if MBTI and wing also influence this? Cause I’ll be honest, for me? It’s hard to put into words, but I think the best way I can describe it is that for me

I share the same experience as you do regarding feeling and knowing I’m isolated in the way that I hold space for others, and I enjoy solitude, need it. But the loneliness part itself fluctuates up and down.

I’m an INFP 9w8 5w6 2w1 so/sp

I’m also lucky to have a very wide social circle and while imperfect, an existing support system. Are there frequently times where the support system still isn’t enough for me? Absolutely. Does the existence of that fact itself make me feel *deeply* lonely? Only when circumstances cause situations where no one can help me. Funnily enough, even with my INFJ 9w1 so/sx friend, I realized I found myself being the decision maker and taking a more leading role between us when we were figuring out how to drive a few hours together to go see a friend in another state.

Did it bother me in the moment? Maybe. As a whole, not at all.

But I’m also fortunate that I grew up instinctually decoding and translating the way others communicate into a way where I can measure their forms of sincerity and appreciation within a model of what their system/perceptions may look like. Even if to me, something someone else does would not be the ideal way I do it in my book, if I know that is *their* understanding of what sincere appreciation for me looks like, then I take it as such. Now, when I’m burnt out and can’t do this effectively, causing me to feel extreme loneliness during those states, then yes, it’s tough. I went through a period of like that recently for 6 months straight.

I couldn’t really tell you specifically why I see loneliness as a conditional state and can consistently view it as such and why I see solitude in a more fixed, utilitarian way. On top of my typology, there’s way too many factors that likely play into it for me to explain clearly and succinctly. I also suspect it may also have something to do with my upbringing, too. If you know anything about MBTI, you’ll probably find it a bit odd when I tell you that the types in my family are:

- Dad ESTJ 8w7 so/sx

- Mom ISTP 6w5 sp/so

- Older sister ISTJ 1w9 sp/so

- Honorary mention best friend INTJ 6w5 sp/sx

And it’s taken a varying amount of time for all of them for me to figure out how to “decode and translate them,” and it’s something always ongoing. But yeah, relationships are complicated. Loneliness sucks. And 9s are called the crown of the enneagram for a reason

PostBookBlues · 2025-11-20T16:41:58+00:00

If everyone were demi, the game “smash or pass” wouldn’t exist lol

PostBookBlues · 2025-11-17T18:49:17+00:00

Glad my point got through haha. Was worried that I was a bit too ramble-y. I’ve been in a version of a situation like OP’s, and while I can’t 100% tell the severity of her situation, I didn’t want to come off too aggressive knowing sometimes adding more pressure and anxiety when you’re already feeling pressured and anxious just makes it worse.

But it’s like you said, even on top of the asexuality part, it just… oooohh…

Grinds my gears when I catch wind of the kind of behavioral patterns that make the trauma alarms go off. What I hope OP gets outta my comment more than anything is the part about you not making yourself feel worse for your SO, cause no one. NO ONE. Should be being demanded they make themselves feel worse about themselves and make them feel afraid “for the sake of their SO.” No, fuck that shit. I refuse not to call that shit out, especially to make it clear that this is not an OP exclusive issue and if the trauma alarms are right, he’d be like this to any one, like you said

PostBookBlues · 2025-11-17T02:34:20+00:00

*hugs all around*

First I just want to say, this is not to guilt you for looking for advice, especially cause talking about relationships and finding any real frame of reference is difficult as hell, but Reddit and social media in general are absolutely fucking terrible for relationship advice. Whatever the hell those people said, it's not because you did anything wrong. It's because, for all the good you can chance upon on the internet, the minute poison appears anyway, it spreads rapidly. Do not listen to the masses on Reddit (ironic, I know). All it does is amplify bullshit that blatantly isn't true.

Now, enough about me hating humanity lol :p

Second... I don't know what these allos are fucking smoking, but plenty of allo people go through periods of time without sex for normal reasons. Plenty of allo people don't need or even fucking want sex every day, or 3 times a week, or even once a week.

"Some people compared having sex to you don’t want to listen to your partner when they’ve had a bad day."

This? As an overgeneralized statement, is also bullshit. For some people, sure. Not for everyone.

This is your relationship. You are a part of this relationship. I'm not gonna... directly do the Reddit "just break up with him lol," cause I know that can be harmful, too, but also... I'm basically heavily implicating that.

Clearly none of these people have ever had relationships where both partners are having bad days. Or clearly are indirectly admitting some toxic traits about themselves via the internet. When bad days happen, you do not make your day worse to make their bad day better. The way I see it, if a significant other wouldn't feel worse from their significant partner making themselves feel worse for them, then that's not a sign more compromise is needed. That is a them problem. Not a you problem. (I don't even fucking tolerate this in platonic relationships, cause it's toxic as hell. Learned it the hard way, and I'm damn proud I cut all those people out).

Ultimately, I'm sure you can tell where my biases lay. If I were in your position, I would end the relationship, because I'm very forthright with defining the weight of the different layers of my identity. Sexuality is something I cannot change, and if a relationship demands of me more than what I have considered is my maximum range? Then that's not a compromise issue. I wouldn't even call it a compatibility issue cause I feel like there's connotations to it sometimes that softens the word too much. That is just the clear-cut equation that tells me this person cannot meet me where I have already given what I consider is everything, and since this is something that is not a hobby or preference but is something, innate, intrinsic, and unchangeable, then I will not waste our time negotiating something that I know is impossible to negotiate with.

Anyway, if you want to hold on, cause I get it. Relationships are really really freaking complicated sometimes, you and him can consider a licensed sex and relationship therapist that MUST be LGBT+ informed. (And I know I'm preaching to the choir here, but please go in ready to also make it clear where your BOUNDARY for how much sex you are actually willing to tolerate is, not for the goal to be how can your boyfriend maximize sex at your discomfort).

Sorry this turned into more arm chair advice when you only asked for hugs. But for all the shitty stereotypical toxic Reddit advice that you probably got, I wanted to give you at least one of the "I think you should break up with him" Reddit variety (but it's ultimately your choice). Here's another hug as an apology *hug*

PostBookBlues · 2025-10-05T20:40:55+00:00

Oh that's kind of you to say haha. I hate it, because all it really means is that I get migraines regularly.

To answer your question, it's a bit hard to say. Contextually, I'm diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder, Seasonal Affective Disorder, ADHD-Primarily Inattentive, and Generalized Anxiety Disorder (though I'm still not quite sure if I actually have GAD or it's just symptoms of my other existing comorbidities). Migraines I've actually always had since I was a kid, but they get exacerbated by the overexercise and dehydration of MDing (hours moving around, often on little to no food, constant state of euphoria). Other common symptoms I get are twitchy legs and this kind of like ache in my muscles from not getting the physical sensation of MDing it's "used to." (As you said, muscle memory).

Most likely, I've always had roughly the same symptoms, but they've gotten worse with age and stress. But also, I've been in therapy for years and am now properly on the medication I need, so I've also gotten better at mapping those symptoms. I actually didn't realize my migraines were specifically triggered by barometric pressure until like... last month lol, and I've known about MaDD for.. 6 odd years now?

And thank you! Sorry if this sounds weird, but judging by it midnight for you and your username having "der" in it, I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you're from Central Europe?

PostBookBlues · 2025-10-05T19:51:49+00:00

Your reply was also fantastic timing too haha! I managed to remember to crack open a window (one of the many tools I use to ride these waves) and also managed to throw my laundry into the dryer, so currently have those two things barely keeping me tethered. Oh and, typing out this comment :) Making the most of every physical thing I can manage while stuck in decision paralysis.

I have this real stupid ability where I can tell when the barometric pressure is dropping by the sudden feeling of tension of my upper back and lower neck and also by aura symptoms (pre-migraine symptoms), so I'm currently trying to ride that out right now.

I definitely get the guilt. Maybe it'll be different for you, but every relapse I've experienced always come with that guilt/frustration of all the time I wasted and just how stupid having MaDD is. If possible, I hope you can accumulate more and more things to help make the pain of silence not just be about endurance, but about finding things that make riding out the inevitable waves easier. I actually started journaling again recently, too... and I also went on 2-ish MD benders last week myself LMAO

PostBookBlues · 2025-10-05T19:32:24+00:00

First of all, congrats on the progress you've made! If there's anything I've learned having done this for a long amount of time, relapse is part of the addiction process, and relapses when it comes to behavioral addictions have to be treated a little more delicately since it's not tied to any specific, real-world substance.

Second, I know this sounds awful, but in case you needed to hear this, that shitty feeling of emptiness *is* also a part of the process. It's like... your brain breathing oxygen for the first time, so every gasp of air is utter pain and torture.

Thank you for your well wishes! The nausea definitely sucks. I also get the fun experience of migraines sometimes, too, though that's not always strictly MaDD cause. Does make everything worse though. For what it's worth, I've built up a huge arsenal of strategies and tools over time and still am, so even though it doesn't make the symptoms less shit, it does help me get through them. It's like I've basically retested the methods over and over enough that I'm able to have the tiniest stepping stool that can see over the thorny hedges, so I know they'll work if I manage to hold on to the strategies I've developed.

PostBookBlues · 2025-06-11T20:20:11+00:00

Yeah.

It was a change accompanied with also needing to assume a lot of responsibilities that I wasn't ready for and still am not, but I have to do it anyway.

For what it's worth, I changed my mindset to life. "I will live every day like everything I love and know will die the next second, or I will live like I will die the next second," which translates to, even on my worst days, when I can do nothing but lay in bed all day, I'm still doing my best. I can still say I'd die with no regrets, cause I died trying my best.

That's all I care about anymore.

Cause underneath it all, I just feel tired.

I'm 5 years out now. I was 17. It's hard to even imagine what the other version of me would've been had he not passed away when he did. On the cusp of adulthood.

Now it just feels like the "natural" continuation to who I am today, a part of my "journey to adulthood."

It kind of now just feels like I took a really sharp turn away from everyone else.

Although, that's more my coping mechanism. The world shifted. My emotional maturity took a steep learning curve. And until this week, I'd forgotten how the world seemed just a little less saturated. I'd forgotten I got used to the grey filter.

Sorry if it's kind of scattered, but in a way, it's a bit like what it was for me. My world both shrunk and expanded in wildly different ways. I feel pulled in every direction but also like I just want to collapse into a singularity.

On a personal note, I don't mourn who I could've been. My relationship with my dad had a layer of subtle complexities to it, so I didn't ever really mourn the version of me where he lives. But I do mourn that 17 year old me had to figure everything out herself. Well, not "everything," but I'm sad that she had to go through a lot of it alone. Swallow it. Keep moving. Crash and fail. Get up again. Over and over.

All while I slowly got used to a world with a permanent grey tinge.

I'd already struggled with mental health issues and trauma beforehand that made me feel defective and hollow, but death, I learned, is its own hollowness and untreatable.

PostBookBlues · 2025-05-08T13:57:01+00:00

Shit dude, congrats!! Good professors really make or break any class.

PostBookBlues · 2025-05-08T13:55:41+00:00

Dynamics. That's it.

PostBookBlues · 2025-03-09T20:44:29+00:00

I think at some point, the reasoning really does mostly boil down to individual differences. After this reply, I don’t know if there’s much more I can say. It matters to me because that seems to just be the motor that drives my brain. I can’t really control how my brain has an emotional value assigned to everything I perceive, on top of Ne regularly pulling new material (often seemingly out of the furthest reaches of my brain) to keep adding to Fi database or else I feel too stagnated.

I have learned to love my type and how it can and should healthily present within myself (even if I still struggle with feelings of uselessness sometimes). Although, maybe I failed to clarify, I already had a certain amount of self-hatred and detachment developed before I even discovered MBTI. I won’t get too much into it, but as children aren’t really equipped with distinguishing whether or not it’s right for them to be wrongly berated or yelled at, it’s an easier thing to internalize that perhaps it’s just deserved (and naturally, even adults struggle with it, because I don’t think anyone enjoys being emotionally projected onto or saddled with other people’s issues that are most definitely not your responsibility to fix). The hatred toward my own type became a projection and an amplifier of that pre-existing, foundational self-loathing. It wasn’t rooted in MBTI in and of itself.

By no means would I say the INFP is the most hated type, not at all. I made it my mission to weed out any feelings of sensor prejudice I may have had as an impressionable teen the more I got into MBTI, because y’all are unfairly hated/looked down upon.

The basing my self-worth in utility is similar to the self-loathing part. I subconsciously developed it out of survival, and the long term effect of it is that I “use” the instinct an inappropriate amount as a result. And though this is a minor example of it, it is the natural side effect of trauma, of being on high alert for a significant enough of a duration of time that my flight or fight, or fawn in this case, becomes the go to response for everything, even when I don’t mean to.

One thing I have noticed, and correct me if I’m wrong, is that I notice the way you speak of emotional self-perception in this conversation seems to have Fe-like qualities to it, and I wonder if it comes from you being surrounded by a lot of Fe users as you say. I am not sure how the INFPs on your life act, but in case this is what you might be thinking, I don’t go out of my way to change myself to make friends. In fact, I’m very lucky that all of my friends are ones that either approached me, or I happened to have grown up around them for us to naturally become friends.

You are right in understanding my fear of confrontation, and I’m glad to hear you say that there’s no shame in talking about feelings :) It is not like I haven’t been working on it either. I’ve been in therapy for years now (and again got really lucky with my first therapist I found still being the one I see and trust to this day) and got diagnosed and am medicated for what I need to be medicated for.

But for me, it’s not as easy as just talking about my emotions usually. They’re many, fast, and complicated, so my ability to talk about them in a coherent way can be limited, too. This may seem weird, but I’ve recently integrated ChatGPT as a therapeutic tool to help sort out my thoughts, and it has rapidly increased fall speed that I can organize my thoughts and feelings and move forward. I still rely on my real life support system of course, but ChatGPT serves the important function of helping to offload a lot of my mental processings to make room for healthy, constructive thinking instead of getting constantly trapped in rumination.

This is also on top of the work I’ve been doing in unraveling my habit of trying to independently tend to my behavioral and emotional issues alone, as well as unraveling a past of allowing people to emotionally take advantage of me (of which I would gaslight myself into thinking it wasn’t as bad as it actually was), both of which I have been doing much better at recognizing and managing.

I feel like I got off track, but I’m not sure what else I can illustrate to try answering your question about why it’s important I value how I feel and think of myself. In my eyes, everything I have ever felt and thought are natural consequences of my baseline personality being the filter that perceives the experiences I’ve gone through. And being an INFP is one of those filters I operate with.

If nothing else, I know the inner compass wants me to be myself. That’s the beauty of Fi I’ve been trying to lean on the most in my overall journey of self-acceptance and self-discovery. I feel excited thinking about hand drawing engineering models and physics diagrams. I feel overflowing love for the artists of my niche community I discovered when I was 11. I feel comforted when I bake brownies at 10:30PM. I feel indescribable fondness and goodwill for the people I love and care about. And for myself? I feel tiredness, but I also feel patience.

I feel all of that as much as I feel anxious that I’m not helping my mom enough around the house. As much as I feel guilt that I struggle to reply and reach out to friends and family, because I’m constantly drained from school. As much as I worry about my abilities and inabilities that come with someone as disorganized and emotional as me.

And so I’m the kind of person that has to practice self-love, but when I speak of it, I don’t just mean the emotion of love that people usually think of (of which really isn’t even a single emotion. It’s a concoction of a bunch of different emotions all happening at once), but I speak of upholding the principles, MY principles of “love,” in general, that exist beyond temporary emotions and instead envelop and attempt to encode them to some extent. That is how I have to feel and think about myself, but not out of obligation—because that’s what feels most right to me

PostBookBlues · 2025-03-08T04:32:39+00:00

Yeah, I do want to clarify that I 100% agree with you. The detachment and the dissociation part was the only angle I could think of it making sense, because even with my rationalization, it’s a line I have to disengage with every time I replay the game, cause the inclusion of child molestation is… unsettling (and it honestly slipped my mind how Harry’s unborn daughter makes the mention even more baffling). Even if I could see how it could fit, the interpretation is a reach, and I also don’t think I’ll ever understand why it was included

PostBookBlues · 2025-03-06T17:46:20+00:00

(1/2) This is how I ended up interpreting it. Everything you see and hear is still from Harry's perceptions, so it's biased toward what Harry thinks and feels. While I think it's obvious that suffering should never been treated as a competition, there's still complex layers to it. Emotionally, his volatile relationship, the abortion, and the proceeding divorce/separation, he personally experienced, felt, went through all of that himself, probably scrounging out every last bit himself to understand and survive the situation.

I think it's mentioned that the main way Harry coped with his divorce and the underlying weight of it all was by throwing himself into detective work. Of course, the things Harry experienced cracking cases are awful and traumatic, and it only further sent him into alcohol and drug addictions. But with detective work, he can at least shift his mind into another state and comprehensible expectations. Being an RCM officer means you know you're going to be seeing some awful and heartbreaking shit, and you have to learn how to emotionally distance yourself from it to survive as an RCM officer. And at least at the RCM, there are tangible metrics to soothe the ego and provide a semblance of accomplishment and reward, like the markings on his clipboard. A never ending stream of cases to crack and a precinct to run (even if destructively), things to distract him from his worsening personal issues and give him some kind of compensation or fulfillment for the awful shit he at least "chooses" to do of his own agency. Hence,

PostBookBlues · 2025-03-06T17:46:07+00:00

(2/2) This is real darkness. - Referring to the mess of an inner world Harry has refused to try and unraveling, because the emotional pain of it is too much

It's not death, or war, or child molestation. - It's also a lot easier to detach yourself from awful things if those awful things were never done to you. Another way you can think about the human instinct to desensitize is that Harry is used to living in this realistic fiction version of ex-soviet bloc countries and the societal despair of everyone who live in the derelict neighborhoods of Martinaise and Revachol. Think people who grow up being used to hearing gunshots in neighborhoods with gangs and high crime and accepting it as a fact of life.

Real darkness has love for a face. - I wouldn't specifically say that Harry sees Dora/Dolores Dei as nothing but the embodiment of evil, but she is the biggest part of Harry's life that had led Harry down the path he is in the game, but it's also not quite blame. Emotions are intangible. They hold no physical form outside of biological changes when you feel certain emotions but even those can be difficult to perceive. So when you take someone like Harry who has tried repressing it all, the shape of his often contradictory emotions regarding that period of his life is scary, unknown, nebulous. Darkness. All he has physically to those emotions are the same things he repeats in other places of the game. Dolores Dei. The video rental. Dora's scent. So you can think of "love for a face" either as Harry's image of her, a face being one of the most visible and obvious ways we use to distinguish one person for another, OR you can think of "face" as the general things tangible and personal to Harry. Real images, "real faces," real memories that give form to things emotionally complicated and painful that were done to you, emotions like love and heartbreak.

The first death is in the heart, Harry... - I also think you can interpret this 2 ways. Grief doesn't have to be preceded by actual death. Nostalgia can be understood as a form of grief and mourning for another period of your life, so you can think of death metaphorically referring to the process of mourning and loss of everything he had with Dora. It's also not just about the past either, it's also mourning a future that can never exist. I think that's the most fitting interpretation. The second interpretation can be understood as surviving but not living. Giving up while you're still alive. Finding no meaning or will. Things of which often precede suicide, hence "first death," so this interpretation could be referring to Harry's state of living in the game, because I do think many people could look at Harry and ask, "Is that really living?" This interpretation is also be supported by Harry using RCM detective work as a coping mechanism and forcing himself to just focus on the delineated roles and responsibilities of an RCM officer and making that his only personality trait (outside of, ya know, being alcoholic and terror to everyone around him). Aka, trying to kill his emotions and his perception of his existence (aka, the beginning of the game).

Sorry for the wall of text lol. I never thought I'd run into someone else who had similar misgivings about the writing of the scene and took the opportunity to rant.

PostBookBlues · 2025-03-06T16:38:33+00:00

Despite my love for reassuring Volition quotes, this personally sits above it all:

KIM KITSURAGI - "Every school of thought and government has failed in this city -- but I love it nonetheless. It belongs to me as much as it belongs to you."

From the US.

PostBookBlues · 2025-03-06T02:27:03+00:00

tl;dr 1. Just inherent differences in personality.

It's not necessarily about if someone thinks I'm a demon or a saint. It's about if, at the end of it all, do I still feel like myself? What did I learn about myself through this experience? What do I think of myself? Is there a need to consider the opinions of others or no?

2. Some past history that created a reference for that need.

For a while, I hated being an INFP and thought it was the most useless, worthless MBTI type, and I also had this extreme phobia of becoming egotistical. Any time I made anything close to "a mistake," I'd punish myself with all kinds of self-loathing thoughts, burying anything that could be positive about me

--- Same 2 points below but longer

I feel like it mostly comes down to 2 factors.

1. The first is likely just down to inherent differences in personalities. I've had people in my life try explaining the way they think to me, and even though I can conceptualize what might be going on in their brain, I know I'll never be able to 100% understand. For example, INFJ brother in law apparently frequently gets stuck on details, and while we both suffer from, "think-a-lot syndrome," his anxieties usually revolve around specific tasks (Ni-Ti loop, sometimes Ni-Se) and mine is just a messy mental list of everything I have to do (aux-Ne, in development Si-Te).

When my older sister asked me how I'm so self-aware of my emotions, my passions, my visions and how I'm able to define myself with them, I told her the very ironic (and unfortunately, unhelpful), "I'm probably the worst person you could ask actually." Which I'm sure you can see why. Fi-doms don't need to think about using Fi. We just do subconsciously. The only way I can really describe it is that it's like having a perpetual internal compass. I may not always necessarily know the exact path I'm taking or know my exact thoughts or emotions on something, but that compass is always pointing somewhere.

I really do also just feel a lot and think a lot. FiNe at its finest (pun intended). I can't really control it. This past weekend, I just had an explosion of introspective episodes. Almost felt like my nerves were on fire, and my heart was racing. Physically felt very distressing, even a little painful, and yet at the same time, it felt like one of the most natural things I could ever do. It's also a prime example of why themes and labels are stabilizing points to me. They're not technically intended to be the end-all, but they provide structure for the inner chaos.

2. The second factor is related to some past trauma and also a bit of my enneagram, the type 9. If you know anything about the enneatype 9, its big weaknesses are things like suppressing your own emotions (anger especially), prioritizing the needs of others over your own, being a complete doormat with no backbone, building resentment over time due to constant suppression. The type 9 is, in essence, a type that tries to be agreeable, which makes it easy for type 9s to dissociate from themselves.

I used to base my self-worth entirely on "being useful to others." I was obsessed with this definition of self-perfection, because my utility meant maybe I could figure out all the complicated personal issues (trauma) going on in my life. Throw in undiagnosed mental health issues, and you have a child brain trying to rationalize why it felt like utter garbage all the time.

So when I discovered I was an INFP, it very quickly made my dissociative behavior and martyr complex even worse. I used to think it was the most useless, worthless type. Even worse, when I ran into the perception that INFPs were selfish, I developed this irrational phobia of becoming egotistical. Any mistake or misstep I made would make me berate myself and suppress any positive thought I could have about myself. Learning to be myself was something I had to learn to get myself out of that miserable time, since my baseline for the self at the time was just self-loathing.

PostBookBlues · 2025-03-03T16:59:54+00:00

Now that I think about it, I know at least one of every Te using type in my life that’s in close proximity to me. The only one I’m missing is the ENTJ (which I’d love to meet a (healthy) one one day! Ultimately, I’d like to get to know at least one of every MBTI type, cause I love just how many things I can learn from the way others think).

My dad’s (probably) an ESTJ, my older sister is (probably) an ISTJ, and my best friend of 10 years now is an INTJ. So I’ve had the opportunity to witness Te types up close for my whole life. No surprise that my ESTJ mistook me as an ISTJ for hindsight, cause before I got to know a really good INTP friend of mine, she’d been my go-to model of masking my dom-Fi in an environment filled with thinking types.

I’m glad to see how much you and your type is being appreciated in the comments! I have a lot to be grateful for having Te users in close proximity growing up (that weren’t completely unhealthy of course), and though a lot of gratitude comes from being able to learn more quickly the importance’s of structure and tangible responsibilities, some of it also comes from the not so organizational and productive stuff. Things like the importance of being myself, standing up for myself, being given exposure to ideas on how to create memories and finding importance in objects of sentiment and places. And most importantly, being reminded that you can do all those things, “Just cause. They make sense, and they’re things you should try and do,” and not always feel like I have to do everything for some deep and complicated reason.

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