A Good Old-Fashioned Sentimental Ramble

Well, it has been nearly three months since I posted on this blog, something I wish wasn’t the case. My lack of posts was due to a combination of having nothing worthwhile to say or write about and having far too many assignments and essays to write for my university course. I hope, dear dreamers, those of you who might be still here, that you’re doing well. And if it’s your first time stumbling across my blog and this post, I likewise hope you are doing well.

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Prince Charming is Dead

In my teen years, I was quite the silly little girl. Of course, all teenagers tend to be a little silly and we all think ourselves silly when we look back on our teenage selves, but I thought myself particularly silly. I was a highly anxious teenager carrying around childhood trauma with me. I couldn’t even stand up for myself in the slightest, and if someone got angry with me, I practically skittered away like a mouse. Since then, I have worked on my traumas and learned how to stand up for myself without being scared all the time like my trauma was telling my mind and body to be. But my anxiety and trauma weren’t what made me silly.

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An INFP Writer’s Tale of Woe

It has been a long while since I’ve written on this blog, and some of you may have thought—and rightly so—that I wasn’t coming back. I am going to start coming back, just at my own pace. I do thank you for your understanding. I have been busily preparing for university as when you’re studying for an English degree like I am, there are texts you have to read before classes start. And yes, I have started working, very slowly, very tentatively, on my own writing. But before we get into all that, how have you been? I started this blog in 2013 because I felt alone. Now, after all these years, the reason I write on this blog has not entirely changed, but it has grown. I write now to not only make myself feel less alone but to make others feel so too. I would love to hear how you are doing.

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Are INFPs are “useless”?

It is exactly 7:22pm, and my brain is fried after a day of studying, so please bear with me as the writing in this post will probably be less stellar. But onto the topic of this evening’s post, which is the way that some people seem to treat INFPs as useless. I know this isn’t everyone, but as an INFP, I have been treated quite badly by several people over the course of my life and have been told I’m an ‘idiot’ or ‘useless’ or any number of variations of that word.

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As an INFP, I Feel Disrespected A Lot

This has something that has been bubbling underneath the surface of my mind for a while. So, as the title of this post states, as an INFP, I feel disrespected by people a lot. I am just an ordinary 23-year-old woman, and you would think this would afford some measure of respect in society when you interact with, say, a salesperson in a store or even your family, but that is not the case.

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A Heart-to-Heart, This Winter Night

It’s winter right now in Australia, although I know for many of you it is actually summer where you live. For the last few weeks, the nights have been chilly and some days, it was downright cold. It’s been a bit warmer these couple of days though, so I hope it lasts – I’m terrible with cold. Heat, I can bear, but cold? No, I absolutely hate it. Just like I hate cold showers and diving into a cold swimming pool. But I can bear the heat much better and I like fire and far prefer the warmth to the cold. Anyway, enough about hot and cold weather; let’s get into this post.

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Are You A Villain?

I’ve been thinking a lot about whether or not I am a good person. In many ways, I’m not. I’ve wished ill on people who have wronged me in the past, hoping they would stumble and fall, gleeful in the prospect of watching them suffer or crash and burn. Part of that is due to the meanness that is in me but also because they wronged me so badly and I was so hurt by them, it’s difficult not to hope they get a taste of their own medicine.

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I Didn’t Touch Writing For A Month

So my dear dreamers, it certainly has been quite a while since we’ve touched base. I hope you have all been well. I can’t say I am doing well, nor am I doing unwell. In the month that I’ve been absent from blogging, I haven’t so much as written a word, not even for this blog. I think I just needed a break from writing as a whole because it had become this gnarly, ugly thing for me, this thing I had to do to get published and plus, what I wrote just wasn’t very good and that was extremely disheartening.

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I Gave Up On My Dream Indefinitely

I guess it’s that time of the year again, the time where I overspill and over share. Once, this girl who was harassing me online told me that I should write my thoughts down in a diary instead of online but I don’t think that’s the case, do you? I am free to write my thoughts on the internet if I wish, on a blog of my own. You might be wondering why I haven’t posted on this blog for a while and the reasons for this are manifold. But, as you have probably surmised from the title of this post, yes, one of the main reasons is that I have given up fiction writing for the time being. I am giving up my dream of becoming an author indefinitely.

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A Ramble On The Void

It’s around half past ten at night right now and I am a bit tired but I still felt like writing this blog post, so that’s what I’m going to do. I feel so immensely tired at the moment, and I don’t mean mentally or physically. It feels like my soul is tired and I don’t know why. Actually, I can’t even exactly explain what it is I feel right now – it’s sort of a combination of nostalgia, misery and yearning all at the same time.

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