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
Almost all of these are perfect. Number 1 is a bit different for me. I do want advice sometimes, or maybe I just want to know what people I respect would do in the situation. Number 6 is just hilarious-not sure they got it, but that may be the point.