I just measured my heart rate. It was 54. What do I get?
I just measured my heart rate. It was 54. What do I get?
some more buckwheat
(I used to worry about my heart rate. I don't anymore, unless I feel it and count my resting bpm and it's above like 120. And don't try to convince me to do otherwise. )
Because he is sex-deprived. You know that from the fact that everyone looks like a big pussy to him.Originally Posted by Ezra
(I missed this earlier.)Originally Posted by PotatoSpirit
Hmm - to be such that everyone makes comments about who wants to have sex with you. Being me is an interesting thing.
Posts I wrote in the past contain less nuance.
If you're in this forum to learn something, be careful. Lots of misplaced toxicity.
~an extraverted consciousness is unable to believe in invisible forces.
~a certain mysterious power that may prove terribly fascinating to the extraverted man, for it touches his unconscious.
Too poised. Rub mud all over your body and spit on yourself.
ROFLMAO. That's hella funny.just measured my heart rate. It was 54. What do I get?
Ahahahha come on man, come back at me, don't gloat over the attention!Originally Posted by Courage
LSI
i wish to appear super tough on the internet. surely you understand.Originally Posted by Ezra
asd
I don't know, if Courage doesn't want to, there's still something available hereOriginally Posted by XoX
Obsequium amicos, veritas odium parit
No, I never have understood pretense.Originally Posted by heath
we're pals.
i think we'd get along cause you don't take shit off people but you can handle getting it. last night i was talking a little shit to a friend, and my friend 3 was like, "that's not funny." you know, it was like his way of talking shit, but all it does it make people feel guilty. and that's bullshit!
asd
Next person who tries to say heath prefers Fi>Fe...well...Originally Posted by heath
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
What, you don't think he does?
Also, just so I can understand processes a little more, please explain to me what the bolded suggests and why.
Heath is accusing the guy of ignoring Fe (particularly FeSi).
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
as far as a girl, and dualz-- i like a girl who likes to argue and fight. I find an agreeable girl dead boring. when i say something i expect any girl in her right mind to disagree on principle.
asd
http://wikisocion.org/en/index.php?title=AggressorOriginally Posted by heath
you VI similarly to ISFj and INTj. They both look the same sometimes.
heath, few questions.
Do you know or think you know your type?
Do you want to know your type?
what is heath's videotype?
I have no clue what your type is.
Hope to have helped with this information.
He looks like Haley Joel Osment (sp?) who is ISTp... Is there a video where he talks?
weirdos digging up my shit.
my type just finished a physics exam and thinks he did well on it(for studying a whole of 2 hours outside homework assignments and lecture time). yesterday i had an organic chemistry exam and i think i did well on it too. this weekend i am going to take drugs in binge format, hooray!
asd
http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y15...rrent=hp-1.flv
here is a video where i do something mildly entertaining.
asd
maybe a saint is just a dead prick with a good publicist
maybe tommorow's statues are insecure without their foes
go ask the frog what the scorpion knows
LOL, what a great drum solo!
“Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.”
Originally Posted by Gilly
Heath, you are ISTp. Congratulations. Hallelujah.
could be. have my doubts. weird also- i haven't thought about my type or anybody else's in a long time. it is like a part of me that i left behind. a brilliant part to leave behind because it was the part of me that wanted to understand me. now i don't care about understanding myself as much as i care about doing the things i love. why bother understanding yourself?
asd