So, the internet's been a tad depressing lately, so not touching that with a nine foot pole. That said, this is one of those posts that have no deep meaning to them, or any meaning at all really, other than to entertain myself, and possibly even you. Another snippet of the life of an INFJ, and maybe I've hinted at this before, is the fact that INFJs are sapiosexuals (but, and
believe me when I say this, this is not an attractive thing to say on your dating profile. It's up there with 'I'm a really nice loving guy looking for a girl to shower with affection'.
Kizuri chajiuza and all that) Why is this remotely relevant, you ask? Well, you might be familiar with the very fine specimen of man that is Brock O'Hurn, a model and IG sensation. He'd stumbled into my feed one day, ages ago, and after hours of staring and fanning, I snapped out of my musings and figured he's probably a conceited prick (his account is made up entirely of selfies and shirtless pics, which I suppose makes sense since he's a model, but logic had taken the back seat that day). I promptly exited the app and decided (to myself) that he was
too pretty, and I sorta didn't like him all that much anymore. (Make that the boot. Logic was stuffed down right at the bottom of the boot). Fast forward a few days ago, I was watching a Buzzfeed video where he was being interviewed, and the guy interviewing him (I forget his name, but he refers to himself as 'Single AF') mentioned that something not a lot of people know is that he is a genuinely nice person, and for some reason I believed single AF dude. And just like that, Brock was sexy again.
HOW ARE YOU EVEN REAL!?!
Am I going somewhere with this? Sorry, no, it was just an observation that amused me. But since we're on the topic, I had a conversation with my good friend very recently about this guy. I said something to her about how if, hypothetically, I was dating him, how much of a struggle that would be, what with deranged fan girls threatening death (mine), ending up in some gossip column and all that other good stuff, and
bless her heart (I love her so much for this) she misunderstood and took it to mean I actually
had dated Brock. I was touched. I mean, sure, I'm cute and lovable, but...well,
you've seen him! But in any case, there's only a 2 year age difference, never say never. Trump's gotten this far, the world is full of possibilities, apparently.
So, still on that dating app. I even have a system now for weeding out the ones I'd never get along with. Under questions we've both answered, there's an 'Unacceptable answers' category. So basically all the answers I indicated would be a deal breaker if the other person chose them. There is legit a question that asks 'Would you be willing to date a Catholic?' and there's a surprising number that pick 'Hesitant, but willing'. (
Oh, you brave creature, are you sure you are ready to sacrifice yourself to undertake this burdensome task?). These are all Christians, mind you.
What did Catholics ever do to you? So, yeah, we don't have the greatest track record throughout history, but come on! (We're really not that popular in the States, sigh). Okay,
maybe I'll let that one go. Then there are those of the opinion that women have an
obligation to shave their legs.
Yes, Loki judges you, and the patriarchy. Whether my legs are gorilla status or soft as a baby seal will be as I decree it! (Or if there's a wedding I'm going to, whichever comes first).
It gets better. There's this guy who seemed interesting, so I decided to message him (breaking my rules for him already. Dishonour on me and my cow). This was during the period when curiosity got the better of me, and I had a bit of money in the bank, so I got myself a subscription in order to be able to view my 'Who Liked You' list. This also enables me to see when someone has read my message, which he did, then didn't reply for a few days, and when he did, his message took me back to 2014, when the letters from the universities I applied to were coming in and I was reading Mt Holyoke's reply. This guy quite
literally wait-listed me. I kid you not. He was from another state, location unknown to me, I'm bad at geography, so he mentioned that he'd like to date people nearer to him. Made total sense. If only he ended there. No sir. He went on to say that he'll be sure to keep my name around in case the situation changes and contact me, and he "wishes me the best of luck." Brilliant.
I do wish there was a point to this. I just felt like internet doodling. And calm myself from excitement about going home soon. Some have drug dealers on speed dial, Kenyans have their 50 bob (~50
¢) pirated DVD guys. Can't wait to be home.
