*He's right you know.gif*It's because Meyers-Briggs is bullshit.
It's because Meyers-Briggs is bullshit.
And yet the psychiatrist whose job it was to make sure I was sane enough for my sleeve gastrectomy treated it like gospel. I held my tongue because I wanted her to just rubberstamp me through.*He's right you know.gif*
It does. It narrows down when you were born.believes her astrological sign means something...
I just pulled a muscle rolling my eyes at this bullshit.It does. It narrows down when you were born.
...but I get what you mean.
—Patrick
Green is not a creative color"Okay, kids are you ready to get creative??? The first thing we're going to do is put you in these boxes..."
Now let's all agree to never be creative again.Green is not a creative color
Oh, man, this bullshit. Buckle up for an odd and meandering story.OH MY GOD I remember that! I took one of those tests during a creative thinking camp when I was in middle school!
"Okay, kids are you ready to get creative??? The first thing we're going to do is put you in these boxes..."
What can I say? Sometimes people really crave labels. I have a friend who eats that up. She has a personality color, number, Meyers Briggs profile, she knows her "love language," believes her astrological sign means something... and a dozen other things I've barely heard about.
Doomed, right off the bat, huh? So astrology people are like the Calvinists of kooks?Oh, man, this bullshit. Buckle up for an odd and meandering story.
Saturday, I spent the day with a "friend" from college. I put friend in quotes because it's complicated. When I was younger, I probably would have considered it friendzoning or some bullshit like that, but she sent legitimately mixed messages. Like one time I drove to Rockland Co, NY, to see her (about 90 miles each way, which I know is nothing in Texas or flyover country but in New York and New Jersey it's quite a schlepp) and spent a lot of the day making out while watching movies. After eating her out for about the first half of the extended version of Fellowship of the Rings, I needed some relief of my own, so I asked if she would maybe return the favor, and she said, "No, I don't like you like that."
But I digress.
Anyway, so I haven't seen her for a couple years. I spent Saturday with her because she turned 40 a few months ago and I'll be turning 40 soon so we were kind of reminiscing. Lunch, coffee at Starbucks, movies (Ant-man and the Wasp), dinner, got lost trying to find the minigolf place because I said "left" instead of "right" so we drove around Forks, Tatamy, Northwood, and Nazareth for like 20 minutes until we got back to the right intersection and made the correct turn. After minigolf she wanted to get ice cream, we're eating ice cream, and she goes, "It's too bad you're pretty much doomed by your star chart. Half of your aspects are in Virgo and Saturn."
Doomed. Out of fucking nowhere.
Of course then she started going on about all the Wiccan and Pagan people she's been spending time with and how she, and I am quoting directly, "spent a year going through the Underworld", and I was like, "Riiiiiight."
*zooms in REALLY hard*The zip tie sutures is my intent.
I suppose you could look at the naked girl by the Shopper's.
Ok, this alone would earn you a hug....drove around Forks, Tatamy, Northwood, and Nazareth for like 20 minutes until we got back to the right intersection and made the correct turn.
Astrology people, I don't know or can't say about all of them. Her? Yeah, she's a fucking kook.Doomed, right off the bat, huh? So astrology people are like the Calvinists of kooks?
It's not easy being green.Green is not a creative color
Edited: What the crap is this supposed to mean?Astrology people, I don't know or can't say about all of them. Her? Yeah, she's a fucking kook.
Another friend (who isn't yet 30) heard the story and ran my birth chart or whatever it's called to see for herself. This was apparently the result.
DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMweaselsIt went for like 20 pages that I didn't read so, apparently... "doom"?
I am now interested in astrology.There's a lot of things in other things. Sounds like an orgy.
DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMweasels
Pretty sure that wouldn't fit anyone's definition of friendzoning...I probably would have considered it friendzoning
spent a lot of the day making out
After eating her out
Well, way to leave us hanging...It went for like 20 pages that I didn't read so, apparently... "doom"?