Tuesday, 23 October 2012
Last week, me and my roommate argued over who is more introverted/extroverted/social. This usually is a pointless argument that we've had before, but the reason why we have it is because he always claims extroversion, and being "more social than I think" when he knows that both he and I are both introverted(which is my argument).
I have no qualms about saying I'm introverted. I'm INTJ as fuck. That's why I'm so good at blogging-I get to hide behind a screen, think about what I say and carve out an articulate message that reflects my cynicism, sarcasm, and introspection, with some light self-righteousness and self deprecation at times.
However, I argue that I am more social, despite being an introvert. It is simply about turning on the charm. During last week, I got to show off my social prowess by recruiting a group of females at a bar to be my groups fembros. (Yes, that is my term for chicks that are friends only)
And I didn't stop there. I crashed a couple of parties, and made some friends. However, being an introvert, this has been a tiring week for me, and now, I'm going to hide in my cave, gawk at @loneshadow_wolf 's amazingly hot X-23 cosplay, and wonder when @TheTheologiansCafe is going to be posting some tits.