We need to be reminded to take ourselves seriously.
Grossly miscalculating how long it takes to get anywhere and showing up either an hour early or twenty minutes late to everything.
You resolve that unless the Universe drops someone directly into your lap, you will just die alone and be fine with it. Maybe you’ll even get a cat.
Even when things appear hopeless, chances are we are all doing a little better than we’re giving ourselves credit for.
Extroverts prefer to be around people, but that certainly doesn’t mean we fall apart if left on our own for ten minutes.
It’s in our very nature as human beings to want more than that. And yet here we all are, pretending that we’re out there living the dream.
ENFPs are weirdos. The sooner you accept this, the easier things are going to be.
One day you’ll think back to the happier times you shared and feel struck by the contrast of how things are now. You’ll get the distinct feeling that someone you love has passed away.
The right people make you want to throw away the plans you originally had for one and follow them into the hazy, unknown future without a glance backwards.
They protect their loved ones to death.