12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
In no particular order:
You, My Everything - Ellie Goulding.
Last Dance - Fiona Sit
Classic - The Knocks feat. Powers
小方 - Khalil Fong
Blame - Calvin Harris
21. What are your bad habits?
- Picking my cuticles when I’m stressed
- Randomly getting bruises all over my arms and legs (knocking myself against tables, mostly) -_-
- Not keeping a healthy diet and consistent exercise routine
- Eating junk food after 12AM
- Staying up too late
- Overworking the self causing migraines
- Talking too fast when I have too many things to say
- More recently, arriving late to meetings
43. Do you smile at strangers?
Sometimes. Mostly at kids and babies. :)
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?
All the time!
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?
111. Do you have trust issues?
I think everybody will develop trust issues at some stage in their lives. The question is how severe those trust issues are. I am certainly slightly more careful than the average person in revealing personal information, but I think it stems from the need to self-preserve - which becomes more prevalent as your pile of heartbreaks, betrayals and similar negative experiences in which trust is broken, grows bigger/taller.
The chances of “changing types” is extremely slim. You cannot be a borderline type i.e. INTP/INTJ. You cannot flip back and forth between two types at different times. Sit down.
It is far more likely that you:
- Do not understand typology.
- Have not observed yourself enough.
- Have not observed yourself objectively and accurately.
You took a test 5 times based on fleeting emotions and moods that aren’t static relative to your character and you’re surprised that you keep scoring a different type? Fucking curious, what a goddamn mystery.
I’ve been thinking about something lately.
You’re on an airplane, sleeping with your head against the window, your heart set on being home this time three hours from now. All of a sudden, something goes very wrong. The plane stops moving across the air and instead starts falling through it. The lights are flickering and the movie is skipping. The plane dips hundreds of feet in seconds, and the yellow cups fall from the ceiling. They’re a brighter shade of yellow than you remember, because unlike the demonstration, these cups have never been handled before. “Flight attendants take your seats now”, you hear, the pilot’s voice trembling over a cacophony of alert tones. You get that smell in the bridge of your nose like you’ve just been hit with a football. That’s what the fear smells like. The plane is going down.
Four more drastic drops in under a minute. People are crying. For all the folklore about how your life flashes before your eyes, you’re remarkably fixed on one vision – your parents. They’re sleeping at this very moment, in a bedroom so quiet they can hear the clock in the kitchen. And you can see them, clear as can be. You wish you could see a playground or a first kiss, but all you can see is your parents sleeping. Huh. Well, that’s that.
Several long minutes go by. Then, all at once, the lights come back on and the plane somehow rights itself. Some people cheer, but most people cry harder. The plane lands about an hour later, and as soon as you feel that touch down – hell, even when you were within 50 feet of the ground and could still technically survive a fall – you realize that however you brokered the deal between you and God worked; you’ve just been granted life in overtime.
Here’s the question: what do you change? Whom do you call that you haven’t spoken to in years? Whom do you realize has been toxic to your heart and drop with surprising ease? What trips do you cancel, and what trips do you book? What can’t you be bothered with anymore? What’s the new you like?
Think about that, and then ask one more question. Why not just change it all right now?