I don’t know if it is deterioration or materialization of the mind. I may never know. What I do know is that recently I spend more time conversing with myself than others. Every day I discuss topics of little to no value, merit, logic, or purpose. Gems like:
Me1: God, whoever or whatever that is, must have been an INTJ. Who else, after existing for eternity, would randomly decide to tackle a project as large as the creation of the universe and complete it in only seven days?
Me2: Only an INTJ would be pompous enough to liken themselves to God.
Me1: Fuck off.
Me2: I am going to go get a Chai Latte.
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