High Ni Problems
by blogranter
These are just some experiences I have blamed/ connected to my dominant Ni:
1. When your teacher/boss wants you to brainstorm, and you can only come up with three or four ideas
2. When you’ve been thinking about a concept so long, and finally decide to tell people your ideas, only to realize that everyone else had moved on from that topic and don’t really care what you have to say.
3. You suffer from constant reevaluations of your life and have an existential crisis about once a year.
4. The above existential crises will often last for months
5. Inferior Se causes sudden and odd lack of foresight and impulsivity, and you end up doing something stupid like wearing shorts when it’s cold because you didn’t think to check the weather.
6. You see every MBTI rookie claim themselves to be an Ni dom, every fictional character to be an Ni dom, or for some reason question your Ni-dom-ness.
7. When everyone in the MBTI community expects you to be a prophet or psychic
8. When the same teacher/boss from above wants to debate everyone’s ideas, while you already have the entire project planned out and half of it done.
9. You think waaayyy too much about your own death. Not necessarily because you’re depressed or suicidal, but because it will happen some day.
10. You confuse people when you try to explain your ideas and interpretations, so you have stopped explaining them to people
11. You absolutely HATE when someone interrupts you mid-thought or mid-sentence. You never got to finish your thought!
12. People think you’re waay more stubborn than you think you are
13. People think you are either confused and weird or really smart when you explain your thought processes
14. You make a bunch of assumptions that you assume everyone else makes too, and when you see their confused look you are unsure of what they want you to explain
15. You don’t understand your body, what it’s trying to tell you, or what it wants. (Eating crackers, afterward has a huge stomach ache because you weren’t actually hungry)
Holy shit the brainstorming one!!! 10 and 11 for sure. I know I’m stubborn as hell and 14 is accurate as well
Touch me
When you feel my body, know it’s been neglected by another When touch my scars, know they’ve been inspired by past lovers When you put your hand on my knee, know my mum apologized to me every time i bruised it When you tickle me, know my dad bonded with me through that game When you touch my finger, know it’s been held by my baby brother When you lay beside me in silence, know that’s how i talked to my grandpa When you kiss my lips, know my first kiss was playing spin the bottle When you dance with me, know in my first party I danced alone When you touch my heart, know it has fallen deep and got back up When you come close, don’t try to make me fit into any idea I am my own mystery and story My body is a map to the life I’ve lived So touch it without ignoring it
Friendly seasonal reminder
Don’t keep lilies in your house if you have cats.
They will die.
Even if they just breathe in the pollen. Or get it on their fur. They will fucking die. Do not do it.
SIGNAL BOOST THIS SHIT
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“… the most toxic household plants for cats is the common lily. In fact, eating as little as two or three leaves from the flowers can result in liver failure and, if left untreated, can have a fatal outcome for cats.” (Source: PetMD)
Please take care of your feline friends!
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Guys, just imagine how unproblematic long distance relationships in the Harry Potter universe must be! As soon as you turn 17 and get your license for apparating you could just visit your loved one in a matter of seconds no matter where they live. Another reason why I hate it that I never recieved my letter.
clothes have no gender
haircuts have no gender
video games have no gender
makeup has no gender
sometimes, people have no gender
don’t constrict yourself with labels and do what makes you happy.
When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.
In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.
And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.
And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.
And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.
And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.
And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.
And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.
And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.
-16 year old girl
Did I reblog this already I dont care
I feel like humans have an endless capacity for love.. We can love so many different things and people. Why can’t that also be applied to romantic love as well? I’m not saying that everyone has to or should be polyamorous I just don’t see why it wouldn’t be a valid option?
Love isn’t finite, it’s infinite
friendly reminder that catwoman is canon bi
pls support your thieving neighborhood bisexual
inspired by this post
23 Things Lesbians Love About Being in Long Term Relationships
1. Having a person who’s always there when you need them. 2. And having someone who actually understands you in a way no one else does 3. Actually being able to enjoy the lesbian bar scene without having to participate in it. 4. But staying in can be the best date night ever. 5. If you feel like cuddling, you can. 6. And if you want sex you can – no really you can! 7. Having someone on hand to feed your cats. 8. You don’t always have to wear a bra. 9. Not having to worry if you’re being too weird or silly because there’s no such thing when she’s around. 10. “Oh shit, I’m out of tampons” is something you haven’t said in months. 11. Having someone you can’t wait to come home to. 12. Having a date for every occasion. 13. Having someone on hand to stroke better when you feel unwell. 14. You can tell them if they look like shit, and it’s ok. 15. Not having to shave every inch of your body for a date night. 16. You get to see boobs all the time forever. 17. You no longer have to explain your sexual orientation to everyone. 18. You basically have two closets forever. 19. Every conversation you have is cloaked in an insider jokes. 20. You gossip about everyone you know. 21. You know every ticklish spot on her body. 22. You can watch TV shows about lesbian dating scenarios in the comfort of knowing that you are a safe distance away from being single yourself. 23. And you consider it very important to keep her up to date on the highlights of your favourite show, even though she doesn’t watch it.