Hey kids

[PT Rubin]

Hello Everyone,
I am another high school senior with far too much time on his hands. I've been into typology for about 3 years now, and focused on socionics for the last 2 (initially started in MBTI, enneagram, etc.). I'm not particularly sure what my type is (likely delta, open to criticism based on typing style, if that is a thing). I am an architecture student, avid blues pianist, ukulele-er (ukulele-ist, uke-er...), decent artist, average singer, and sub-par tennis player. You all seem like lovely people and I'm glad to be part of the forum

I'll likely post a type me thread in the coming days, so your expertise is appreciated

[Mallan]

Hello! Welcome to the forum! ^_^

[Words]

Fuck me we have a high school senior who is also an architect student then a bunch of duplicate accounts posting in reply

[PT Rubin]

Thanks for the friendliness people. That comment has launched me into a level 3 confusion level.

[marooned]

the forum is like a forest. everything seems all serene and pretty like nothing is wrong. but speed up time and you find all the trees are warring with each other.

[Amber]

Thanks for the friendliness people. That comment has launched me into a level 3 confusion level.

Ya, u'r certainly a duplicate. There was a weirdo who vibed like u. Romantic painters fetish, student-teacher, BDSM innuendo ..the whole toolkit. But nice try.

[Kalinoche buenanoche]

tell the fortune teller her time is almost up

[PT Rubin]

Ya, u'r certainly a duplicate. There was a weirdo who vibed like u. Romantic painters fetish, student-teacher, BDSM innuendo ..the whole toolkit. But nice try.

perhaps I need two accounts to accomidate my massive ego

[Amber]

he wants to pose as Dostoyevsky although he's Robespierre.

("as I lay dying and staring at the diaphanous waves, a tumultuous storm broke out in my heart")

[PT Rubin]

I thought they were just joking; do you really have more than one account? You can't be der Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer and something else at the same time, that's a demanding function to fulfill, despite the appearances. What are you doing?

Nope, this is my only account. I assume Se egos want me to go along with their antics. My ego cannot accomidate two artistic masterpieces. Danke schoen, mein Freund.

[Amber]

Why would anyone do that?

...several reasons. Why did u wanna pose as IEI.

[Amber]

You're insane.

you need a pink bandage on your head in your depressive mania.

[Esaman]

You all seem like lovely people and I'm glad to be part of the forum

placing new emphasis on such emotions as apprehension, horror and terror, and awe

Jackpot

[PT Rubin]

Well shit, I'm confused.

[mu4]

Hello!

[wacey]

he wants to pose as Dostoyevsky although he's Robespierre.

("as I lay dying and staring at the diaphanous waves, a tumultuous storm broke out in my heart")

"Its the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quite, tender joy."

[wacey]

welcome to the 16t.

[PT Rubin]

"Its the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quite, tender joy."

Thank you! Since I suppose we're doing quotes

"Language is my mother, my father, my husband, my brother, my sister, my whore, my mistress, my check-out girl... language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square or handy freshen-up wipette. Language is the breath of God. Language is the dew on a fresh apple, it's the soft rain of dust that falls into a shaft of morning light as you pluck from a old bookshelf a half-forgotten book of erotic memoirs. Language is the creak on a stair, it's a spluttering match held to a frosted pane, it's a half-remembered childhood birthday party, it's the warm, wet, trusting touch of a leaking nappy, the hulk of a charred Panzer, the underside of a granite boulder, the first downy growth on the upper lip of a Mediterranean girl. It's cobwebs long since overrun by an old Wellington boot.

[wacey]

LII confirm.

[The Exception]

Hi!