INFJ Confession #157

When I go into rage mode, it’s not pretty. I don’t yell, I don’t curse, I just.. Tell the person the truth. I’ll tell them everything I’ve observed, the shit they’ve tried to hide from the rest of the world. I’ll basically break my rule to not tell someone exactly what I see.

Ooh! A Better Title: An Observent Observing Observer Observes an Observent Observing Observer Observing the Observent Observing Observers

Okay, so I have this line in one of my fics:

that she’d observe Santana observing her without her knowing.

And it is so hard not to change it to:

…that she’d observe Santana observing her without her observing her observing.

Because that would be ridiculous.

Ridiculous but awesome.

Well, I still have time to make up my mind.