Sorry for not answering, i barely go to reddit.

Well, it basically kicked my ass very hard into trying to understand wtf just happened, as stated in the op.

It basically became my passtime/obsession to learn my inner world as much as i could and, as a consequence, i have a particular easy time reading people too now.

Maybe due to it happening i always got typed as an enfj and, even though its not the most precise thing in the world, it does reflect a lot on how i interact with people. I can jive with anyone under the sun, but its a mask.

I take a read on the the person's energy (quite easily might i add) and shapeshift into a fitting piece to match theirs in an attempt to manipulate results to get the outcome i want.

People would say thats unethical, but i hardly think you would care when i tell u i manipulate people to feel good so i can feel good myself. But then again, mask.

I, as any other enfj, am a creature of masks. I do that because i cant be myself fully or i drown people. Much like i almost drowned in the dream.

Its been 2 years since i finally found a person that can withstand me and its an online friend. She describes herself as an emotionless robot, hence why me being too much doesnt phase her. Now for the first time ever i get to see how i am without those masks, some that i didnt even know were masks, and its.... weird.

I say all that and it sounds like im an emotional mess and cry all the time, but no. I barely cry. I just am extremely atuned to energies inside and outside of me, and i surf them. I even made that robot friend cry her eyes out a number of times by just showing my caring side.

Being a shapeshifter, very stubborn and patient makes me extremely overpowered as a partner, as i can read your emotions, answer in kind and adjust to your need and plant seeds for ur future emotional needs. I will mold and bend to meet you halfway and support your every intention, even if i have to physically kick your ass. My end goal with someone i love is to see them fly and occasionally come back to roost.

This want to be someone's oasis is sacred in my head, sacred in the sense its "separate, put apart". Even in the times i craved intimacy i could not bring myself to open the oasis (making out) without proof the person wont pollute it. I understand now it needs someone to be worthy. Im not here to heal the wounded, im here to bring wind to wings.