do you guys remember that one post about how men feel entitled to take up so much space and women have to deal with a lot less?
I have many sides of me. I can laugh at everything, be bubbly with a few friends, and withdrawn and quiet with others. my social anxiety is the culprit. however, i love being an infj. I love observing, thinking and understanding. It’s a talent, ya know? There’s good in the world. And that comforts me.
I need to have as much wild sex as possible so one day I can become an inappropriate old lady that blurts out things like “when I was your age I got a concussion after being bent over a desk” and then my family can be like “grandma please, you’re making easter dinner really uncomfortable” and it’ll be great