Thursday, December 15, 2016
One of the things about being an INTJ is the tendency to read a lot into just a few words. When you’re young, it’s about as useless as a chocolate teapot; but with age and experience, it can be a tremendous strength.
Today, it is the bane of my existence as people literally come running to tell the nearest Star Wars fan (me, namely) what they think of Rogue One, and I run away screaming with less than seven words spoken, like a crazy person.
I’m not sure what possessed me to pass on attending the midnight premiere for the first time in twenty years…