So I was not some kind of super performer as some of my comrades clearly were. As soon as kindergarten started I felt alienated from others, and low-confidence/performance followed.
But that stuff's no fun.
So here are a few funny stories/quirks of my childhood that I believe may have stemmed from my developing INTPness.
- I've been told I used to follow other women around grocery stores as a child, and was horrified when some time had passed and I realized they were not my mother. Coincidentally I was leashed later on. The leashing probably also had to do with my theme of diving out of grocery carts, even if I was tied in (bit of a Houdini apparently), getting on stage with Sharon, Lois, and Bram at a show, climbing onto the piano continuously, etc.
-In Elementary school we would have a "color" day wherein everyone would wear the same color of clothing. I refused, and in rebellion would wear any color but the assigned one, of course, as it would be the only way one could rebel on color day. My options were limited.
- The first time I found a dead squirrel on the street I brought it to my mother at home, upset, and said I needed to know how the squirrel had died and why. She proceeded to scream and knock the thing out of my hands, then wash them for several minutes afterwards.
- In the fifth grade we had to create a pop-up story book. I wrote a story about a butcher who has a wife with leprosy. The wife soon dies when the butcher can't afford medication or some such, and then the husband dies of sheer sadness. Not sure where the incredibly dark theme arose from here, like holy shit, but incidentally I ended up using the word "butler" instead of "butcher" for the whole story and it still fucking haunts me that I butchered it so badly. Yes. I just did. And yes I hate myself for it.
- In the sixth grade we had to do a presentation on a Greek mythological character. I was assigned Hercules. We were told we could do the story in any format we pleased, so I decided to do a puppet show. I spent hours making the characters out of stiff paper and gluing them to Popsicle sticks, practicing the whole thing over and over and was more ready than I had probably ever been for a school project. I went first (I was so jazzed) and within the first 10 seconds of performing everyone was bursting out laughing, including the teachers. They laughed for the entire show, and they laughed hard. To this day I wish somebody had a video copy of the thing because I only meant for it to be informative, and I have no idea what it looked like from the viewers perspective. I got an A+ on the project, the teacher was practically wiping tears from her eyes when she gave me the paper with the mark after. Totally have no idea why. Really wish I could do that on command. Fuck.
- This seems to be somewhat of a theme but I stole some stinkbombs from my dads old collection of things, and decided it was necessary to bring them with me at all times in case of kidnapping or other such dangerous situations that could call for the defense of a stinkbomb. Let it off by accident in my violin class and the whole studio had to be emptied, maintenance men were called who ended up searching all of the vents. Shit was potent.
This is something that Te people like to call autism. In other words that is certainly blasphemous as a whole and truly warrants for psychiatric interventions: questioning and not taking part in others play. I also made fun of religious songs by twisting them. 
Strangely as a whole I was very kind and well behaving kid.
