infp me

"You feel out of control in your outer surroundings, and instead of addressing it, you feel overwhelmed, powerless, and withdraw into what others might call “procrastination mode.”

When you are around people who try to assert power over others you feel the need to stand up for the disenfranchised "underdog."
You are overly giving with your energy in service to others, but feel emotionally depleted afterwards, wishing that others would naturally serve you back. When they don't you feel taken advantage of, but feel too awkward or bad asking directly to get your need met. Besides, you want it to be their authentic idea, not yours.

You hold endless space for other people's emotions, but find yourself alone and unable to communicate the depth of what you're experiencing.

You escape the outer world by engaging in excessive reading, video games, TV marathons, or other isolation strategies.

You feel indecisive, and commit to things only to cancel from overwhelm at the last minute, often creating friction in your relationships. When you finally know what you want it's difficult to communicate how important it is to you, only to end up feeling marginalized in the attempt.

You feel criticized for being too emotional and for taking things too personally. It makes sense - because to you everything IS personal."

How to Flirt, A Compilation

• Follow the person you like around at a close distance making the waluigi "wah" sound.
• After high-fiving a guy add some romance and flirtation by immediately sniffing your hand.
• When you see a cute guy at the bookstore, slap a book out of their hands and scream "WORD PRISON!" and karate-chop the air a lot.
• Write your number on his hand. while he's sleeping.
• Follow the object of your desire from a 50' distance screaming the lyrics from Lion King's "Can You Feel The Love Tonight".
• Show up on their doorstep even though they never gave you their address. When they open the door, shove cookies in their mouth and run away.
• When someone compliments you, drop to the floor and curl up your limbs in your very best dead spider impression.
• Make sure to turn your head and mumble a running side-commentary on everything you say...as you say it.
• Rate their sentences on a scale of 1-10 for how well they hold your interest, shouting numbers in response to everything.
• The best recovery for awkward pauses is belting ABBA songs, encouraging those around you to join in with eager eyebrow waggles.
• A handy little maneuver I like to call Interrupting Leapfrog™.
• There's also the unabridged version of that maneuver called Interrupting Leapfrog Body Guillotine™.
• Drop to the ground and crab-walk as fast as you can toward the object of your interest. Bonus points for sideways.
• Punctuate the end of phrases with air drum solos. If interrupted, pull a real drumstick from your pants and whip it at them.
• Finger puppets.
• Clothesline hot runners from the sidelines at marathons and 5Ks.
• Three (possible four?) words: delayed reaction spit-take.
• Attempt to close their eyelids with your fingertips while they're speaking to you. Or, just, whenever.
• In order to convey sophistication and maturity, you should speak to them at length with the infamous Peanuts' Adult wah-wah. 
• Paraphrase everything they say to an unseen entity in your bag or pocket addressed only as "Uncle Leonard."
• Follow the object of your interest around, narrating their actions and possibly suggesting pithy soundtrack choices where appropriate.
• Squirt whipped cream around your mouth and impress them with your best Old Yeller impersonation.

able

good morning?

"Greet each morning with a smile... an ominous smile, a petrified smile. Stare still and smile till the sun returns to its other horizon." - @NightValeRadio

zenith

thinking long and hard about it today. i realized that if i could only ever listen to one piece of music for the rest of my life, i would have to choose the second guitar solo from Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb. i have never been so moved in my blood, guts, soul, heart, or head, by another piece of music. i don't know why. it makes me emotional every time i hear it - tears and goosebumps, no exceptions. it's primal and haunting and beautiful and exultant and chilling and desperate and anguished and euphoric and raw. it speaks to me like poetry and life. the second solo of this song is the first time i truly fell in love with music, and something reminds me of that every time i listen.

i love this video of it, because it is a version of this song, a live performance, that actually happened in my lifetime. i wish like hell i could have been at this concert in person.

anyway, there's one little important chels fact.