Welcome back to another narcissistic post of mine.
I have reached the yearly is-this-what-seasonal-depression-feels-like checkpoint. I’m exaggerating, but there’s a point during every summer break where I feel blegh.
It’s 10 p.m. on a Sunday (the night before I’m supposed to publish, by the way), and I have just started typing away. Yippee.
I love wearing hoodies when I’m at home. Yes, I know I’m a hypocrite since I said on Week 1 that I hate the heat and that there’s no air conditioning in my house. But it’s really comfortable, and peace of body = peace of mind.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I suggest you go back and read my first blog post so that you can understand, and I can selfishly gain another view. My posts heavily rely on referring to something I said previously because I can’t think of anything else to write.
OK, let’s move on to my self-centered life updates.
I somehow used up all our Wi-Fi for the month.
Seriously.
I think it might’ve been from all the TV shows I’ve been watching lately, but I’m not sure. Sorry, Mom and Dad.
As I mentioned before, I started volunteering at our local hospital. And as I expected, it was absolutely terrible. Apparently, I can’t disclose too much information, but to sum it up, I ended up going to the wrong shift, and I didn’t talk to anyone because I’m “antisocial.”
Speaking of antisocial, I’m an introvert, which I guess may not seem as obvious sometimes (?). For anyone wondering, my MBTI is an ISTP.
“ISTPs are often described as quiet, but with an easygoing attitude towards others. ISTPs are not well attuned to the emotional states of others, and they can sometimes be seen as a bit insensitive.”
― verywellmind.com
Pretty accurate. My obsession with personality types is probably the one thing I’m actually interested in, and as a narcissist, I feel the need to obsess over my personality.
Plus, it’s great when you gain information about your friends’ personality types and then use it as leverage in the future. (Haha, just kidding.)
I keep seeing random people I recognize from school in random places and it always feels weird. I avoid eye contact at all costs.
My birthday is in about a month! To be honest, I’ve always hated having a summer birthday because all my friends are either busy or traveling (*cough* in Korea.) No one remembers, and presents are practically non-existent.
Us summer babies have to stick together.
I can’t post next week since I’m finally going to be productive and go to some piano camp in Waco. I can’t say I’m excited, seeing as I’m already screwed. The sheer amount of talent there is blinding, and I’m literally going to be embarrassing myself there.
More on that next time, but that’s it for this post!
See y’all in two weeks!
P.S. If you’re looking for a countdown to when school starts, you’re not going to find it here. After receiving a complaint from a reader, I decided to take it out. Yeah, it was a little too depressing. From now on, I’ll do a countdown to my birthday, just because I like the idea of having a countdown on here.
So yeah, 34 days until my birthday.
― Emily Chen, your Opinions Editor, since it seems like I have many opinions…many opinions indeed.
