I read this, and all I see is Batman elbows deep trying to decipher some alien code, and Superman talking about Ma Kent's banana cream pie. "Clark, I will take this console and shove it where the sun won't reach."
Isn’t it funny when people ask me for my opinion they typically can’t take it? Isn’t it sad that when I get emotionally slutty people flee in fear of my inner intensity? How crazy is it that I could go an hour staring away from you and notice every move you make? Isn’t it baffling that all those who've tried to understand me eventually gave up? And isn’t it ironic that every single one of them, and you, will think of me again; over and over again. INFJ refuge
Clairsentience. This is me. It has taken me a long time to learn how to decipher what are my feelings vs. others. It is also why I don't like having many people in my life because I know what they're feeling. This is also another way to explain Fe Extroverted Feeling in me as an INFJ.