Coming Up With 20 Story Ideas

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I think there’s starting to be a running theme on my blog, and that running theme is the fact that I’m usually not a happy little camper. More often than not, I am downright miserable, and today is no different. I don’t know what it is about Sunday afternoons that brings on the blues but bring them they certainly do, and let me tell you, I certainly don’t appreciate them making themselves at home and comfortable in my life. Continue reading

An INFP’s Ramble

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So things have been rather fine lately, as you can probably expect in the average life of a 22-year-old who works and spends her time indulging in her hobbies. Tutoring is becoming rather stressful as the days go on, especially since I’m getting more shifts than I started off with initially, but I’m trying not to think too much about that and just stay positive. Continue reading

I Don’t Feel Alive Anymore

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Yes, you read the title right. Yours truly does not feel truly alive anymore and she doesn’t really know why. Everything is fine and there is nothing much to complain about. Really, there is nothing. In fact, as a privileged citizen of a first-world country, I feel ashamed to have ever complained about anything on this blog when there are people in this world who are struggling with far real and pressing problems, from starvation to homelessness. Continue reading

On Writer’s Block

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Ah, dear dreamers, it has been a while again since I last blogged, but I promise the blog posts will appear steadily, even if it is at three-day intervals as seems to be the case these days. I am reading three books simultaneously at the moment, two of them about witches, another about elementals, and it is becoming quite clear to me that writing and books is one of the greatest loves of my life, and even if I never get published, I will never stop writing nor will I ever not read novels. Continue reading

How This INFP Beat Depression

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It seems a pattern is starting to emerge where I post at intervals of three days instead of the daily posts I have always wished to write. Oh well. Life happens, you get tired, and sometimes, you get too tired to even muster the strength and energy to sit down at your blog and update it. I don’t think I could stay away from this blog for long periods of time, though, I like writing on it too much to do that; Continue reading

5 Signs an INFP is Growing Up

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INFP (Introversion, Intuitive, Feeling, Perceiving) is a personality type well-known for being the ‘children’ of the MBTI family who have a kind of Peter-Pan type of quality to them, where they don’t seem to grow up at all and remain immature or child-like. Always daydreaming, avoiding the true responsibilities of adulthood, wishing they lived in a fairytale or fantasy— Continue reading

When I Was A Little Girl…

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Dear dreamers, please excuse my absence for the last couple of days, I went into a slight state of writer’s block even when it came to writing for my blog, hence why I didn’t post anything for a good three days. Not much has happened since then, although I do have some things to talk about now—hence the fact that I am posting this today—so let’s just dive straight into the post. Continue reading

An INFP’s Musing On Jobs and Careers

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I went to class yesterday—and by class, I mean the class I was meant to teach at the tutoring centre, and let me tell you, I have never been more nervous in my entire life. The whole time, I was thinking to myself, “I am going to do terribly, this will be the ruin of me,” and when class started, and my students sat down and waited patiently for me to begin divulging the wonders of essay writing to them in the next hour or so, I proceeded to have a small, internal mental breakdown. Continue reading

This INFP Is Not Calm

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I am not ashamed to admit that it has been around four years since I last wrote an essay for English, and now I am expected to teach it, which is not an easy feat. Four years, might I emphasise. That’s quite a long time. In the meantime, even though I have been writing books and short stories here and there, I’m not really any good at it writing. Okay, let me rephrase that: I believe I am not good at writing. Continue reading

On the Etymology of Self-Hatred

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How does self-hatred begin, you may ask? Slowly, at first. You’re not born with self-hatred ingrained inside of you. No, quite the opposite. Children come into this world quite innocent and carefree, with very little self-consciousness, fear and no self-hatred at all. Sooner or later, though, as you grow up and are exposed to the opinions of others in this world and begin to develop a self-hating “voice” inside your head, as so many people do, this completely changes and you become an impeccable, self-hating machine. Continue reading