Perhaps you're Roland, a once-living and slightly legendary example of why it's a bad idea to play brass. (I'm fully aware that probably only 2% of the readership shall laugh. Please comment if you did indeed laugh, or used any of the various ways of expressing amusement, including exhaling slightly louder than one normally would, so we can be weird minorities together.)
Or perhaps the brain-ooze is caused by reflecting on life, planning for the future, having an existential crisis about the color of one's eyes and the concept of favorite colors...
Well...perhaps the latter brain-melting thought is special to my mind alone. But when I began this post, I was musing on missed opportunities. And...treachery? Yes. The INTP's mind works in mysterious ways. The real trouble is figuring out how to make those mysterious ways actually applicable to reality.
Missed opportunities themselves are not usually insignificant. They generally speak a lot about who you are as a person, and what sort of decisions you make. Sometimes, they're completely accidental, and you're left to fume in mediocrity.
Other times, they're ridiculous enough to make you question all your minor life choices.
Recently, I had to give a speech on whether or not treachery should be a capital crime. (I shan't elaborate, but it mainly consisted of me wearing a bow tie and arguing with myself throughout most of the speech. Ah well; the class seemed to enjoy it ((meaning they stayed awake)) despite lack of preparation on my part.) But as I was finishing writing the said speech, I realized I committed a horrible oversight: I didn't reference a Star Wars meme even though I had the perfect opportunity to. Oh the unforgivable sin... I suppose you could say I'm a...
|Image found on starwars.com|
Well, missing an opportunity to reference Star Wars is quite the tragedy. But closer to home is the fact that I completely forgot to celebrate the birthday of this
*single tear falls off the pale face of our narrator and finds its rest on a dusty "V" key*
Anyway, happy birthday to this blog. *throws confetti and assorted weapons*I may not be terribly consistent, but at least I'm not like the writers of Sherlock; the esteemed readers get a post more than one every two years. Though I probably shouldn't say that, in case the next hiatus stretches extra long.