'I was 6 or so, and my teacher had us copying and solving math problems from the board. I finished very quickly, and occupied myself while the class finished. When we regrouped, children were called...|||Query-poser: Who are you?   Me: (Stares intently into the eyes of the questioner, becoming stiff and motionless upon hearing. Remains gazing until an understanding is established: ‘there is no...|||I prefer to keep my objects minimalized, so my space is pretty tidy.|||It is possible that the gap between my time-frames has to do with the numbers themselves; I can't think of any reason why 10-12 shouldn't be just as well as 8-10 and 12-2, but it's been rejected.|||May I interest anyone in a bottle of tears?   I started collecting tears on one of the many occasions where someone becomes vulnerable in my presence. They're fools, really; I don't know why anyone...|||I am irritated by driving, amusement parks, and taking the same vacation plans routinely.|||My neglecting to elaborate constitutes some denial of other evidence which I'm assumed to have assumed trifling, or hadn't the capacity to recognize at all.|||I become consumed with the awareness of illnesses I didn't come in with!|||Here's one! This thread was designed as fuel for a group of conspirators in need of new ideas.|||If you entered a room and I was near the door, you'd hang your coat on me.|||While out on a walk, I noticed an ink-drawn paper sign on somebody's front door. It read, “Do Not Disturd.”   Naturally, I held it.|||“So, are we trading suggestions now, or what? I'm bursting with good ideas!”|||I have so many abstract cats, I can't even count them all.|||I had a friend whose INTJ dad worked ceaselessly to make me blush whenever I came over. The reddening of my ginger skin seemed his purest delight.   That last sentence, removed from context, could...|||What constitutes a lack of thought?|||I've lost my sense of age. Let us indulge our tastes for wine and cheese while we discuss this phenomenon.|||Sheep with staffs.|||Delete; I meant to post this in the thread about what pisses us off.|||Ah, the rush of crime.|||You are publicly humiliated, but earn redemption through your manner which proclaims, x93That didn't just happen. No, I'm serious.x94|||I am not perceived as being socially skilled, because my social skills do not match social customs. They are fairly refined, and I thus become appalled to observe what is ‘common sense,’ along with...|||I was sent out to purchase plums, and I accidentally bought nectarines.   *fist enters drywall*|||A scant rain is causing an open window to drool into a makeshift curtain. They make the sound of delicate osculation. It is pleasant.   This window is my subsequent occupation to feeling poorly.|||The one who is drowning, of course.|||“The cinema,” blurts the brain. “It's almost a box! And it has a big picture!”  Hush, kid. I'm trying to watch.|||I don't like those at all. Actually, I find it endearing to be addressed formally.|||Insanity and the INTJ . . .   Here. Have my P-ness.|||There are people in this world whose suicides I worry will be realized.   There are books in this world whose contents I worry I will not.|||I'm too sexy for this party. (♪♫♪♫)|||The coinage of escapism, sincerely.|||Look for ways to troll.|||When boxing up your books is both a joke and a game.   Here's a box for your books, is the joke. Tetris, folks, is the game.|||I lead from the shadows, emanating a warm, fresh cookie smell.|||That's . . . precisely it.|||I'd like a hero.|||It's a seasonal flower, this particular sorrow. How could I have forgotten my summertime melancholy?|||Right outside the door of a cultural center.|||You're very welcome, of course. How did you come to that realization?  Edit: . . . Woah. Masculinity.|||An INTP liked it?   EQUALLY IMPOSSIBLE.  I had been trying to figure something out, and when it didn't work, I replaced it with a period. It was text-formatting stuff.|||I wouldn't punish my child for swearing.  I think I might've seen you early this evening, nezumify. You looked like your profile picture.|||To imagine one's troubles as they'd appear in a Disney animation is a certain comfort.    E.g., Coffee is spilled into my lap. I imagine myself leaping to my feet and flicking the glossy, steaming...|||You only disappoint Ceiling Cat, evidently. Unless he's into that.|||.|||Hope is a watched object of mine.|||I callous my fingers with my teeth. That way, I can only mumble, and have a single unoccupied strangling hand.|||When you fall asleep and miss important engagements. (This isn't my first infraction. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm shitty.)|||It haunts me to carry a lie. That said, I carry as many truths in my special sneaky sack of secrecy as . . . well, anyone. Any person with a large sack in their possession.|||Accurate descriptions, indeed. Thank you for your search.|||Yes, pardon me.|||I have experienced sleep paralysis, though I am certainly conscious when this happens. I don't think I'm poisoned. It doesn't frighten me, normally. Do psychopaths often scare themselves?'