I am an odd little bird. Sometimes I have no filter when I speak, which normal humans call being blunt. Let's just say my personality is awkward. I am awkward. Everything I know is awkward and weird. I prefer it this way. It makes life more interesting.
What Each Myers-Briggs Type Does When They’re Sick
We all deal with small-scale colds and flu a little differently. Here’s how every Myers-Briggs type copes when they’re feeling under the weather.
INFJ – Avoids medication unless they absolutely HAVE to take it, but stays home to rest and recoup. No way are they going to let others see them in a vulnerable state!
ENFP – Refuses to rest or relax – disbelieving that this will help them get better – and goes about their day as usual, getting everyone they encounter sick in the process.
ENFJ – Maintains their commitments with a sunny face – not wanting to burden other people with their sickness – and then goes home and crashes hard.
ESFP – Texts all their friends that they’re DYING, who wants to come over for a movie night?
INFP – Stays home and fantasizes (in a totally non-morbid way, of course) about all the nice things people would say about them at their funeral.
ISFJ – Tries to convince everyone that they’re fine, really, they don’t need any help… while secretly wishing that one of their loved ones would ignore their pleas and come take care of them.
ISFP – Secretly revels in having a socially acceptable excuse to stay home and do their own thing for a week or so.
ESFJ – Tries to get better as quickly as possible so that they can take care of any friends or loved ones who have also caught their bug.
ESTJ – Works fervently from bed on their laptop while internally scolding their immune system for not trying harder.
ISTJ – Sticks determinately to whatever methods of getting better they were taught as a child, because that’s what has always worked for them, so why switch it up?
ISTP – Takes enough medication to get a little high and then relishes in the excuse to stay home and play video games.
ESTP – Pops some drugs, chugs an energy drink and goes about their business as usual. If it’s not terminal, what’s there to complain about?
INTP – Googles ten thousand variations of what they might have and ends up in the depths of Wikipedia, learning about a strange Polynesian virus that died out 1000 years ago.
INTJ – Pops some drugs, ignores their sickness and grows steadily more annoyed each time someone asks them how they’re feeling.
ENTJ – Rests for about 30 minutes, decides that’s enough self-care and then gets the hell back to work.
ENTP – Develops a plethora of strange new medicines that they test on themselves, ultimately extending their sickness weeks longer than necessary. (source)
INFJ’s to other types: Wise friend that offers advice to everyone. Super nice and rare unicorn.
Actual INFJ: *Cries internally.* *Has literally ten existential crises a day.*
It’s 2015. Could we stop throwing girls in the pool? Every time a guy flirtatiously pushes a girl in the pool, the devil cries a joyous tear of axe body spray
As a college student I would like to take the time to make this post. This post that is merely for me (and anyone that really cares to read it).
Regardless of the fact that I have earned an Associates Degree already, and spent two years at a community college, and graduated with high honors, it is only NOW that I am a college student. At least that is what many of my floor mates have stated. They all asked why I hadn’t gone to a “real college” to begin with if I was so smart? Why I was living in the dorm, despite having just turned 21? They all gave me that look, that look that I can only describe as a mixture between pity for myself and a condescending look aimed at myself. It’s a look I have become familiar with. A look that I could see whenever I told people during my two years at community college that I was, in fact, studying at a community college.
So, I’m here to explain this to them, to my floor mates and to anyone else that feels the same as they do. I went to community college because it was less expensive. Pretty basic fact right there. I went to community college because it enabled me to work a full time job and be a full time student without having to worry about my housing arrangements with other students or worry about being away from my family for the first time. I went to a community college because I was offered a scholarship there which helped not only myself, who had to pay for my schooling, but also my family who was helping me pay for it (and who are still helping me pay for school). I went to community college because it is just like any other college in the matter of coursework and difficulty (note: my community college classes were actually more difficult than my current classes. I did way more work in them.), the only difference being that instead of living on campus and being three hours away from my family home, I lived with my family and commuted to school. Believe it or not, kids, sometimes being smart isn’t enough to get scholarships at “regular” universities and colleges. For all those academic scholarships, they are usually given to students that are going into engineering or into medical sciences. (Because god forbid that we should give aid to the academically smart students who want to pursue global studies, international relations, and even business.) But, I received a scholarship for being a part of the top 5% of my graduating class. For being 10th in my class lineup of 275. So, I attended the school that not only gave me a good education, but also gave me a better financial status.
Now onto the question of why am I living in the dorms? Easy. The experience (well also the fact that it is required for me to live on campus for a year in my major study, but that is beside the point). I KNOW I missed out on some “basic” university experiences my first two years. One being living in the dorms. Meeting new people and having to form a relationship with a stranger so you can live together harmoniously. I knew living in the dorm would be easy for me, considering I’ve lived with seven other people in my family home, but that doesn’t take the experience away. I know how my family lives and I know the family rules, but in the dorms, you have to start thinking about what rules are important to you. It’s a way of preparing a student for living on their own. Do you have to have the floor vacuumed everyday? Are you obsessive about the laundry being put in the hamper? What is your bathroom routine like? While, I might have known most of these little pieces about myself just because of the way I was raised (thank you mom and dad), some other students don’t. And if I had’t lived in the dorm, I wouldn’t have made a very close friend in this new city.
So now I would like to address the face you gave me, the face that tells me that you think I am underprivileged, that tells me that you think you are far superior to me, despite you only being a second year. Why do you think you are better than me? Because you were accepted into this university straight out of high school? Well, so was I. And I was accepted into all the other schools I applied to as well. Is it because you think a community college is for people who aren’t smart? Like I mentioned earlier, I was 10th in my class in high school, graduating with a 3.981 GPA. And I graduated with my Associates with High Honors and a GPA of 3.91 (and while I was receiving awards for being on the Dean’s List I was also working 35-40 hours a week). And in my class of graduates there were plenty other people who graduated with honors and high honors as well. Do you look down on community college because it means you are still living at home with your parents? Fun fact: I really like my parents and my family. And I’m not ashamed that I lived with them up until August. Also fun fact: I didn’t really see them too often because of school and work, so I literally was just at the house when I needed sleep. Fun fact #3: most other students at community college were in a relatively same boat as me, unless they already were living on their own. Do you look down on community college because you think it is easy? Well here’s a fun story. IT’S NOT. Community college classes are just as difficult/easy as classes here at a university, and dare I say, more difficult? You know what? I will. My classes were difficult. They required me to do extra work that many of my peers here did not ever have to do. My classes met for longer times and made me work for every single passing grade (and for me and my neurotic brain, a passing grade is an ‘A’ and no less). Here, I simply do the work and there’s that. Perhaps it is because I’m focused more on what I want to do for the rest of my life, but the fact of the matter is that I worked just as hard there as I would have here, and maybe harder, and I got a degree out of it! Another little tidbit, because of that degree, getting into a four year school is a piece of cake. Getting scholarships-even easier.
Bottom line is, don’t give me that look anymore. Why? I’m not just older than you, you second year. I don’t just have the advantage of knowing how to work a laundry machine or how to use the bus system. I don’t just have the knowledge of how to purchase groceries with a slim paycheck and make a damn fine meal out of it. I have a mother fucking degree and you don’t. You have to wait four years for yours and you’ll accumulate $100,000 in debt. I only have 1 1/2 more years until my next degree and my debt will be $5,000. Community college students are not as smart, my ass.
Adolf Hitler rose to power by promising to fix Germany and return it back to the powerful land it once was before the First World War, blaming Jews, primarily, for the downfall of their nation.
Donald Trump is rising to power by promising to fix America (‘Make America Great Again’) and return it back to the powerful land it once was, blaming Latinx and Chinese people for the downfall of the nation.
Every year in June, a brave group of daredevils in the city of Alesund, Norway stack up hundreds of wood pallets to a height of over 130 feet, which they then light on fire in celebration of Midsummer and John the Baptist’s birthday.
Anne Frank died on March 12th 1945 in Belsen camp.
I figure with the anniversary of her passing, we should acknowledge the 15 year old girl who somehow wrote positive entries in her diary and found a reason to smile, despite the darkness of the world.
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