(Not really a poem but a real fact of an INFP.)
Friend: Hey what's up?
Me: Tired. Weepy. Annoyed with spazzy kitten baby. But I've so much energy I could power the entire world! What do I do!? Oh, my story has over 9000 reads! How about you?
*One Hour Later*
Friend: um wat now?
Me: how's life for you? You doing ok? Do I need to talk some verbal smackage to someone's face?
Friend: uh no...I just wanted to kno if u want to get sum pizza?
Me: I'm not really hungry right now....at least I don't think I am....
Friend: I'm surprized u havnt got onto me bout my txts.
Me: oh no, it still bothers me. I've just given up on your poor ill grammar soul. You poor child.
Friend: ....so do u want cheez? U're still eating cosherish rite?
Me: yes I eat kosher!
Friend: y? U not Jewish!
Me: ...because my food OCD allows me to eat that way...I'm so uncultured I'm embarrassed to live!!!
*30 Minutes Later*
Friend: open the door. I got the stash. Been knocking for past ten min. What u doing?
Me: oh that's you? I thought you were one of my many stalkers.
Friend: and y we txting when we in the same room? And wat stalkers?
Me: I tend to attract a lot of predators.
Friend: y did I even ask?
Me: maybe because it was the first thing on your mind so you just texted the question due to the habit of texting me for the past hour or so.
Friend(speaking): You've played out this scenario in your head before?
Me: LIIIIEEEEEESSS!!!!!!!!
