“Sorry I’m late” INFP Edition In chronological order.
I was watching the sunrise over breakfast and got lost in a daydream.
I plotted out an entire book in the shower.
I started listening to music.
I heard this new song and had to listen to it on repeat for an hour.
I stared at my closet for 15 minutes trying to decide which outfit best expressed my current mood.
I started reading/writing.
I was dealing with the existential crisis I have on a daily basis.
I spent half an hour thinking about how I currently felt about eating what I had earlier decided to eat for lunch.
Someone asked me for my opinion.
I got lost in a daydream again.
I was lying on my bed for an hour just crying into oblivion.
I started reading/writing again.
I decided to start studying a new language right this minute.
I was looking around Esty for something that perfectly expresses my personality. I didn’t find anything.
I lost track of time because I don’t keep track of time.
My life is a lovely combination of four, six, seven, ten, twelve, thirteen & fifteen. But mostly seven & fifteen. I love being an INFP – wouldn’t change a thing
My life in five bullet points – Five, six, seven, nine, fifteen
look I don’t want to tell anyone what to do but if you go down that path you will wake up a thousand years later and all your great-grandchildren will be dead
Today’s aesthetic: keeping the same tab open in your browser for three solid weeks because you’re definitely going to get around to reading and/or acting on whatever’s in it any minute now.
This is a personal attack.
Are you kidding? Man I wish it was only one tab… my goblin self often has 10-30 tabs open for a month AT LEAST because I’m going to “need it”
Hmmm should I get up, disturb my cat, but empty my bladder and feel lots better…. or suffer through til morning and try to sleep bc the sweet kitty is just too precious