*taptap* Is this thing on?

[DreadfulFlyingGlove]

Hi...here is the list of reasons I've compiled (thus far) for why I don't belong here:

1. I'm 33
2. I'm a Mom of 2 young kids (INTP Mom? It's hard out here for a pimp!)
3. The last time I played video games I was sticking shit into my 8-Bit NES to make the game stay down. I wanted to marry Link.
4. Between a full time MBA program and endlessly running after crotch fruit, I think I've lost my ability to be droll/erudite. Hold on, maybe one of my kids threw it behind the couch. [Checks behind couch] Nope.
5. I've never belonged anywhere ever. (My mom likes to tell this anecdote about how much amniotic fluid they removed from my stomach when I was born. Now I don't really remember, but I'm sure I swallowed it while screaming "WHAT IS THIS PLACE? WHY AM I HERE? THERE MUST BE A MISTAKE!! I DON'T BELONG HERE!!"

I think I'll stay for a spell anyways.

*circular hand flourish ending in a bow*

Thank you.

 

[ProxyAmenRa]

Welcome.

I think you will do fine here. I think the greater the forum demographics the better.

'Crotch fruit' I have not heard that one before.

 

[IfloatTHRUlife]

She is referring to one of two things im sure, the first i will go without mentioning, the second, which im sure she is talking about, would be her kids? Trust me, i paused for a second too LOL.

Annnnnyway, welcome to the forum, what he said, the more the merrier and the more diverse the topics, carry on.

 

[Trebuchet]

Hello fellow INTP mom. I'm glad you're here.

 

[loveofreason]

The capacity to be droll is directly proportional to the number of instances of dehiscence of crotch fruit. Though your effort is nothing compared to that of a truly droll breeder from back in the day, we now have moderately high expectations of you.

 

[DreadfulFlyingGlove]

Thanks, all. Another mom!! Awwwright!!

LOR, it's funny, I waffle between thinking the relationship is directly and inversely proportional. Your assertion is supported by the FACT that the more children you bear, the further off your rocker you fall. Insanity can certainly buttress one's ability to be droll. On the other hand, I have little time to manifest my intrinsic droll-ness. And even if I do, it is oft lost on a one and three year old.

I know I DO belong here because for as long as I can remember, I have had conversations with other people, out loud, with myself. Long ones. I've never told anyone I do this. "I thought I was the only one!" doesn't begin to express how it felt to read that other INTPers do the same. The profound sense of being known warms the cockles of my heart.

 

[cheese]

Conversations with actual, real people - except they're not there?

I've never done that! Always found it weird.

I suppose I'm not INTP. Excuse me while I shuffle off to Central...

I do talk to *myself*, though. As if I'm actually a separate person, giving a performance. In fact, that may just be what I'm doing all the time, except sometimes other people happen to be present.

 

[Reluctantly]

Back away from Cheese! He's dangerous!

 

[Reluctantly]

The capacity to be droll is directly proportional to the number of instances of dehiscence of crotch fruit. Though your effort is nothing compared to that of a truly droll breeder from back in the day, we now have moderately high expectations of you.

#looks up dehiscence like a little kid#
#reads post 4 times#

I can't help but imagine your talking about dog breeding, but I know you're talking about people...lol
de...high...sense. How do you say that word?

Yeah, so...gotta go now. I think I hear my dead mother calling.

 

[loveofreason]

de...high...sense. How do you say that word?

DeHISSence.

I might be a botanist, and accordingly prejudiced in placing my admiration, but odd humans strike me as worthy of being considered vegetables too.

Of course, were I a medical doctor, I would consider you all vegetables.


Even without an appreciative audience, one can exercise droll for the sake of bolstering one's crumbling sense of rational superiority in the face of implacable hellspawn. Kind of like having an intellectual tea-party with stuffed animals inside one's head, as the Titanic surely sinks.

Whatever pleasure is left to me, alone in this life, I shall take.

I should have my children sterilised, rather than risk the horror of becoming a grandparent. *makes note* DFG! You too! Mark it down now - don't forget!

 

[EvilScientist Trainee]

You seem to be a quite unique type of person on this forums. I mean, the first INTP busy mom i've ever seen!

Welcome to the forums, hope you find your place among us.

 

[cheese]

Back away from Cheese! He's dangerous!

Oh, you scared little mice

 

[Minuend]

I rather like this one

 

[crippli]

while screaming "WHAT IS THIS PLACE? WHY AM I HERE? THERE MUST BE A MISTAKE!! I DON'T BELONG HERE!!"

I scream "I FOUND IT! I AM HERE! THIS CAN'T BE A MISTAKE!! I BELONG HERE!!"

 

[Minuend]

And I put in ear plugs

 

[JoeJoe]

intellectual tea-party movement

They would immediately disintegrate the movement...

I hope this makes sense?

 

[Reluctantly]

I might be a botanist, and accordingly prejudiced in placing my admiration, but odd humans strike me as worthy of being considered vegetables too.

Of course, were I a medical doctor, I would consider you all vegetables.

Can I be a naughty carrot with crossed eyes and an uncanny propensity for making bad puns and sexual innuendos?

Which vegetable would you be?