Most people see me as a quiet and grumpy person, others will find it difficult to deal with. Some people know I don’t interact much, while others might see me as a wild card. A few might even see me like a box of chocolates—you don’t know what you’re gonna get. Except instead of chocolate, it’s dad jokes.
The point is, I think I’m an introvert, or selectively an extrovert. I think a lot, I’m thinking of thinking almost all the time. I’m fluid like a cat, mentally. I might look like a baddie but I’m a cry baby—a cry baddie. I love describing things that are unrelated, like this paragraph. I think being carefully vulnerable is one of my better traits. But if I’m being careful, does that mean I’m fully vulnerable? Well, you tell me.
I think I’m a bit shallow sometimes. I have no clue of what I feel because I observed it too much that I lost my actual, original thoughts about anything. When I’m stressed, I can easily drown in my thoughts, carefully trying not to break myself. Is that a sign of someone isn’t safe with themselves? See? How many thought triggers have I already thrown here?
Before we get any deeper and I end up sharing too much with you, I hope this post sums up what my personality is like. I’m not defined by any generalizations—when you know me, you’ll know. Do I sound a lot like a Sagittarius INFP-T 9w1/4w5 now?
And BTW, happy birthday Jungkook!—still unrelated with everything
