That too. But I do ask about job (I want to know what you love and hate about it, how it does or doesn't fit you, what you'd change, where'd you'd rather be...) and asking about $ (salary, house payment etc) is because I think about being on my own and what that might cost.
Isn’t it funny when people ask me for my opinion they typically can’t take it? Isn’t it sad that when I get emotionally slutty people flee in fear of my inner intensity? How crazy is it that I could go an hour staring away from you and notice every move you make? Isn’t it baffling that all those who've tried to understand me eventually gave up? And isn’t it ironic that every single one of them, and you, will think of me again; over and over again. INFJ refuge