What I do with my body does not concern you

Take that internalized patriarchal misogynistic perspective of yours and go back to the decade or century when oppression and commodification of women and people of other races was the norm.

In fact, take your “negative-ist” perspective and go back to that damned time, because we don’t need any more of your oppressive judgments on our lives and on our characters in this century. Better yet, take back the time you used to judge other people to actually focus on making yourself a better person and an even better member of this society.

Also, your judgments hardly matter because it’s not like I would allow your judgments to define myself as an individual and as a human being. Unlike you, I respect other people enough to respect them for whatever decisions they make in their lives and on their bodies.

Overcome Commitment Phobia | askannathompson.com

I had a very interesting discussion with Jimma last night. We were talking about personality types and how our personality results are related to the decisions we’ve made. When I told her I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of relationships, but I don’t think I’m ready to believe any relationship could last, she asked if it’s because I’m afraid to just try. I then told her that I love the concept of freedom and of running away. I’d like to think that relationships could last, but I’m also willing to bet that some just don’t.
She then concluded that I have a fear of permanence.
That is, I’m afraid of being stuck in one place, in one job, in one relationship, and I’m afraid that if I get to one, I could never leave.
I’m afraid to be in one relationship because even if I may like someone enough to be with, I consistently think that there could be someone better out there. Or if I do get into a relationship, I’m afraid that if we ever go a step further that I might commit to a relationship which I will regret in the long run. Questions like, “what if I meet someone along the way?” of “what if I realize it really wasn’t love?” plague my thoughts on marriage and long term commitment. It’s both overwhelming and scary.
I fear getting stuck in a job I’m not passionate about. I’m afraid of being unable to move forward, to travel, to do anything I want because I’m stuck in a job. I’m afraid of having other people set their rules and expectations on me because I’d feel like I’m unable to work well.
I can’t imagine buying myself a house because I’d rather imagine myself buying tickets to all the different places I want to go, even if I have to sleep on someone else’s floor or stay at the rankiest hostel.
Maybe I’m just paranoid. Maybe there’s something innately wrong with me.
Then, as fortune would have it, I came upon this article and the post is the accurate depiction of how I feel.


I’m not alone after all. There are people out there who feel the same way that I do. I didn’t realize it, and I actually thought no one is going through the same struggle as I do.

This article is beautiful. It’s just.. I don’t know how to explain it. I guess, it’s just fitting and it sheds some light on how it is to feel that way.

I’m afraid of permanence. That’s it. Plain and simple.

xoxo Sheree

25 Struggles Only ENFPs Will Understand | Thought Catalog

“I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.”

-F Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

Remember when I took that personality test and I got an ENFP?

Well, I tried to take two other tests and, guess what? I got an ENFP again!

It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

– Jack Kerouac

Kudos to me for being consistent! That hardly ever happens because I’m hardly ever consistent.

So, I decided to go to Tumblr and check out some of the posts on ENFPs.

Then I realized, “Damn, ENFPs are a lot like Geminis!”


We all know Geminis are kinda fucked up cause they think like so many different people all at once.

ENFPs are kinda like that too.


In fact, I came upon this article on Tumblr and it perfectly sums up my personality and my struggles as an ENFP. It even mentions Peter Pan as a spirit animal and I wholeheartedly agree.

a walking contradiction in almost every way, but knowing that you wouldn’t change a thing, even if you could

Seriously, Peter Pan is my spirit animal…if he’s to be considered an animal. But you know what I mean.

Also, it’s not easy being an extrovert!

ENFP’s are crazy confusing and emotional, even to themselves.

And like most ENFPs, there’s hardly ever a “medium” range in my “personalities”:

Did I mention how we’re not exactly normal?

Here are some of the other cool links I found that discuss what an ENFP is and covers most of what it’s like to have this kind of personality:




Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

– Fernando Pessoa – The Book of Disquiet

Also, for no specific reason, I want something like this for my future wedding photo:

Okay, now on to inspiring typography:

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Oh so magical

For most of my life, I have been a very dedicated fan of mythology, fairy tales, superstition, science fiction, superhero graphic novels, and any other form of escapist literature. I love the idea of being transported into a world beyond the mundane lives of mortals – a world where anything that is impossible could very well be possible: magic, gods, superpowers, aliens, love, and all those jazz.

I recall when I was a teenager and already on my way to starting high school that I was lectured on by an older cousin for watching too much anime and “cartoons”. This was the time when my fascination for works by Studio Ghibli and all other iconic Japanese cult series grew. I couldn’t understand why she thought it wrong for me to continue watching all of those “geeky, childish” shows. She just sighed and stated that I’ll grow out of it eventually.

Fast forward to now. I’m 23 years old and I still look forward to watching Marvel movies (yay, they’re actually a mainstream thing now, so I’m less nerdy for being a fan). I still get giddy over the latest anime series and I try my best to keep up with the manga. I have copies of literature that deal with mythology and superpowers. I read young adult literature on mythology and I don’t care that they’re targeted to 12-year-olds! I still get really giddy over toys and “figurines” and, if I could, I’d dive along with the kids into a tub filled with rubber balls because, fuck it, it looks like fun.

I guess this is why I can’t exactly fault Peter Pan for never wanting to grow up. Being a kid is fun. You get to explore so many stories, characters, and places while indulging in your very own imagination. Creativity is highly encouraged and you could choose who you want to be.

When you grow up, you’re burdened with responsibility and adult issues. Point is, it’s not as fun as being a kid.

Fortunately, I have friends who indulge me in my very own flights of fancy. Like me, they also indulge in their childhood fantasies through movies and literature. We allow ourselves to grow, but we definitely make sure to have fun like kids together. On occasions, we have dress up parties or fangirl over our favorite stories because, what the heck, it’s fun that way.

Even my family has grown to accept my love for all things quirky and “child-like”. I can actually relate quite well with my younger brothers since I encourage Reymar to continue reading YA books and manga while I introduce my 4-year old brother to the world of superheroes (he loves Spider-Man). Even my sister who normally acts all mature surprised me with her geek for X-Men (sniff! I’m so proud!) and Marvel movies.

That said, I guess growing up being surrounded by people who just allow you to be as much of a kid as you could be led on to my confidence at being such a weirdo. I have no qualms about posting my love for pizza (and taking it out on a date) on Facebook, nor am I any less ashamed at suiting up into my favorite anime character as I walk the halls of my university. I openly express my love for anime, superheroes, science fiction, and mythology and I openly fangirl over them. I don’t see why I have to pretend to be uninterested in them when my eyes are so expressive, they actually glow with undisguised interest when somebody talks about a new book or a new anime. Why should I pretend to be any less of a geek than I am?

So it comes as a surprise sometimes when people I have just met give me nicknames like magical creature (a friend still calls me “magical” until now), Dyosa (goddess), celestial goddess (trust me, I’m not kidding. Someone actually called me this in college and everyone at my class found out about it), and fairy from the distant island (this is the most recent) because I don’t really think of myself as anything remotely as fantastic. Sure, I love magic and fantasy but I don’t think I’m that magical.

My only conclusion is that I’m very confident about my love for all things fantastical that my enthusiasm permeates to even total strangers. Often I get surprised when people associate me with the color yellow (but I love pink) or with extreme positivity because I think of myself as quite moody and emotional. I sometimes get surprised when my brother would complain about not being as “optimistic” as I am or Jennie commenting on how I’m a walking exclamation point (There’s no inbetween Sheree. You’re either overly happy, overly annoyed, overly angry, or overly excited). Someone has even remarked that I’m always excited when I explained that I was excited about a new project.

I know. That sounds awfully preachy and narcissistic, but I guess – on a certain level – I am pretty narcissistic. So bear with me, please.

Anyway, I guess what I’m trying to say is

Embrace your weirdness.

It’s what makes you so special and oh-so-different from everyone else and that’s a good thing. If we acted like everyone else all the time, then the world would be so boring. The world wouldn’t change for the better because there wouldn’t be people who think so differently from everyone else that they came up with ideas so radical they changed the world. There would be no Steve Jobs, Anne Boleyn, Leonardo da Vinci, Vincent Van Gogh, Picasso, Jennifer Lawrence, Cara Delevigne, etc.

We’re all awesome because we’re all slightly weird. Embrace your awesomeness by embracing your weirdness.

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Letting go

I’m sorry
Things had to end this way
I’m sorry
We both lost our way
I’m sorry
No amount of tears will bring it back
I’m sorry
My heart is broken and it cannot be undone

I guess it all boils down to this.

I said my goodbyes and you chose to ignore them.
You had your chance
You didn’t take it

So I say goodbye one last time and I’m never, ever turning back.

I’ll put up a smile
And try to fake it
Because I realized,
You weren’t worth it

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