Hey, sorry I haven't posted in a while, I was taking a bit of break, but then summer happened, and then life events, but I'm trying to start up again, not quite sure how much longer it'll be, but thanks for sticking with me!
In the meantime here's something I've been holding onto for a bit.
Si: Ok, on the list for today I have folding laundry, doing the dishes, and filing our tax reforms.
Ne: I think I’d rather get hit by a bike than do any of that.
Si: What?!
Ne: I mean not like dad’s going 20 miles an hour on his mountain bike, but like, if a little 10 year old is cruising down the street, I would most definitely take that over any of this.
Si: wha- why? None of these things are inherently painful, that most definitely is!
Ne: First of all, you’re kinda wrong about that-
Si: No I-
Ne: SECOND of all, getting hit by a bike is not actually as bad as it sounds.
Si: Oh really?
Ne: Need I remind you we actually got RAN OVER by a kid on a bike before?
Si: Pl- please don’t.
Ne: Oh please, it hurt for like 10 minutes.
Si: No, it hurt for 10 minutes, and then you chose to ignore it! I still felt it every time we used that leg for the following 2 weeks!
Ne: You’re being over dramatic.
Si: Maybe if you had actually gone to a doctor, or done really anything about, I wouldn’t have anything to be dramatic about!
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A funny story about the MBTI types
FanfictionAll the MBTI types live together in an apartment building. some are in different rooms, but the premise is Enfp, Intj, Istp, and Esfj all live together in one room, and chaos insures. I will be writing about different rooms in the apartment because...
