We all have that one memory. That memory that haunts you. It’s a parasite that sucks the happiness out of you whenever you acknowledge it. You ignore it for so long till’ you realize you’re empty and have to face it again.
You’re at a social gathering and your friends are discussing something that doesn’t involve you, so naturally you start thinking about something complex with remarkable intensity, but suddenly one of your friends goes ‘’Well what do you think about THIS, Intp?’ and you’re completely lost and embarassed because you don’t even know what they were discussing.