From under the rain cloud I weep
Frigid and musing, I find it hard to sleep
Crestfallen and downcast, I ache for affection
Avoiding the action for fear of rejection
From beneath the thunder my conscience rumbles
Beneath the pressure my sensitive skin crumbles
I retreat to the catacombs and...
My paralyzed skin
Lets no sensation in
Desensitized and traumatized
To ashes and smoulders within
The only pulse that drives this flesh
Runs on autopilot
A phone toll free to any distance
Yet no reason to dial it
I feel like a ghost
Sifting like smoke under doorways
As if I'm...
To be honest, this hasn't been my experience at all in life.
I've always been good with people whenever I felt like dealing with people.
Another INTJ I know (offline) is the same way.
Doesn't it just have more to do with how you were raised?
Like, when I was a kid I was always in daycare so I...