Sleeping at Last: Four

Kinda random post, also short, but one of my favorites bands is Sleeping at Last. They have been currently making songs about each of the nine Enneagram types. They just finished Four, which is one of the closest types to INFP (type 9 is also pretty close too). It’s a really good song, and it…

Fighting

I trust my emotions too much. As an INFP, with Fi and all my feelings and values I rely heavily on my emotions to make judgments about my surroundings and what decisions I should make. And, in general, it just feels good to wallow in emotion just for the sake of it. Pointless, maybe, but…

Banana Pancakes

I have very fond memories of my childhood. I feel as though I’m one of the few people who remembers a lot from my childhood and how I thought in those times from 2 to 10. I’m probably thinking too highly of myself. Those ages of my life are characterized by early mornings watching PBS…

The Hominess of Friends

It’d be cliche to note how much Friends is about how friends are like family. But it’s true. I finished Friends recently, and like always after finished a good movie or TV show, I can’t stop thinking about it. As a general statement, I loved Friends, probably more so than any other TV show or…

The Thoughts I Don’t Speak

The many people in my life blur together whenever I think back on my life as I wonder what would have happened if I said what I thought. So many thoughts. So many emotions. Too much to put books, even the clarity of writing would be futile at the vastness of it all. Thoughts buzz…

A Letter to Loved Ones

I am blessed beyond measure. I have been given a life I don’t deserve, a life I could never fully repay. My reality must be a fantasy to some. Why is it so hard for me to realize that? How can I not see how good I have it sometimes, to the point where my…

Ambiguous

My reality remains ambiguous, uncertain, vague. Never knowing, always wondering. Never seeing, always wishing. I worry what others think of me. I worry that if I don’t think right, look right, or seem like I have everything together and an exuberant personality and charm to match my life, people won’t like me. People won’t notice…

Unreachable

I’m never enough. Why must my dreams be so cut off from reality? Why is there no intersection of fantasy and fact? Life is never as perfect as I dream it to be, and I am never as whole as everyone seems to be around me. Why must I be different? Apart from everyone? All…

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A Moment

This is just a random stream of thought I had late at night in the library. The library is loud with a cacophony of colors as people walk around. They are quiet, yet loud with their movement. I should be studying. Instead, I feel sentimental. Nostalgic. Melancholic. Most of the time, I surrender to my…

A Testimony of Sorts

This is random. Sort of. If you’re┬áreading this, cool. I guess I wrote for me. For a very long time, as a Christian, I had trouble believing God loved me. At least, I knew it. But I didn’t feel it. Sure, I’ve been blessed over and over with a great family, close friends, chances to…

A Stream of Thoughts – #2 – On Being Unique and Alone

It’s easy to think I’m overly unique. While I’m good at understanding how other people are feeling, it’s easy to isolate myself from the crowd and feel I’m special. Sure, I’m unique, quirky, quiet, but lots of people are. I’ve got my own gifts and ideas that can’t be shared with others. There are a…