When I was younger I thought I was this incredibly strange, sometimes crazy person. As I got older I began to realize it was my creative nature that was making my brain so active and that other people experience the same thing. The more time passes the more I realize I’m not special at all. I took the Myers-Briggs test and I’m an INFJ. Looking at the definition and hilarious graphics out there, I realize there are millions of people exactly like me. I can be so easily placed into a box that the Thought Catalog can specifically identify my definition of hell:
INFJ – You are eternally damned to work for a morally corrupt company that aims to exploit the weak and generally degrade conditions for all society.
As for the weekend… it’s game night tonight. Tomorrow I’m watching Gwen in the morning and seeing Cara in the afternoon. Sunday is run day with Gina. Pretty low-key and I need that this weekend.