I can’t stop hitting it because my mind is theorizing at 300MPH. The only way to slow it down is by hitting my Juul.

Think about it. If the electrons are at the center of an atom, then what is in the center of an electron?

1 + 1 = 2, yet 2 / 1 = 4. That’s right. Works one way and not the other.

All these things running through my beautiful mind, yet all people want to do is small talk…

I was at a party last night talking to a sensor. He came up to me and asked me how I was doing. I said “how am I doing? I’m existing!!! THATS ALL THAT MATTERS YOU FUCKING IDIOT SHOVE YOUR QUESTION UP YOUR ASS!!”

You see, I can’t make friends because i’m too smart for their puny sensor pistachio brain. It’s like: nice! The mass of your brain went to your cock! Fucking idiot!

My Ni sometimes tells me gga and I erase it because i’m not racist. My Te tells me tties, but then I erase that as it’s a typo. See? I’m a fucking under-appreciated genius. I mean, I can’t even wipe my ass without using the quadratic formula! Science, dude.

Surely an INTJ can relate to this. As this is a personality type. Disagree with any of this and i’m sure you’re a mistype.