I reached out to old friends who once poured their souls into blogs. Whether
they still do, I can’t say; laziness holds my tongue and stills my hand. I’m
not one for talking about myself, but I do hope they’ll share their thoughts,
and I’ll remain a silent figure on the side.
The day
rolls on with its familiar demands: tackle Korean, tutor a fifth-grade student,
and, given my relentless germophobia, clean the bathroom. And, as always, I
lose myself in the allure of research.
But, unless
my little sister suddenly needs me for every single thing on Earth, I’ll
indulge in a simple pleasure: a glass of soda with a scoop of ice cream, a side
of fried potatoes, and perhaps a touch of Netflix. After all, what else could a
quiet INTJ possibly do?
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