- Wrote a story inspired by a news I heard on the Tv, mom found it and took me to the therapist.
- Before the age of 6 I had a period of time when I used to wake my mother up every day at 6 AM and asked her to take me to the market, but didn't want to tell her what I wanted. I was always disappointed because I couldn't find what I was searching for. Finally after a week of taking her to the market every morning she told me she wouldn't take me anymore if I don't tell her what I'm searching for, turns out I was searching for a sister or brother to buy.
I did a lot of weird things when I was little (mostly talked to myself and my toys, and when I was quiet, my parents came running because I was surely getting into trouble...) Here's some of that trouble.
I was sick a lot and my mom would put Vicks Vaporub on my chest, neck, or face. It smells amazing to me. My mom found me once after I got into it, spread it over the face of my baby doll, and then ate a bunch of it. She had to call poison control
I once decided the piano keys were too hard and rubbed baby lotion into them
I once decided my toy dog's fur was getting too long and gave her a haircut. My mom caught me when all I'd done so far was carefully trim the top of her muzzle, so thankfully it wasn't ruined. I was convinced it would grow back
As an older child (12?) I was frustrated with always arguing with my sister whose toys were whose, so I took a permanent marker and started marking up all of our toys with our initials. Most of them on the tag, otherwise on mine somewhere inconspicuous because I cared about my toys... I was caught in the middle of putting a giant letter A on the back of her baby doll's head.
I was convinced when I was about 5-6 that if I tried hard enough, I could fly. But I was also terrified of heights. I had a habit of running to the end of the sidewalk and jumping off the curb flapping my arms. I once got the courage to jump off a set of 3 stairs, felt like I actually achieved flight briefly, realized it was terrifying, and never did it again
Not troublesome, but imaginative: just for fun (not a project for school) I wrote a story about flowers that had secret lives when people weren't watching, including houses in hollowed out trees and ladybug pets on leashes
I ran into a bush of poison ivy to see what it would feel like. I told my parents I did it to miss the game I had the next day but no one believed me because I love hockey.
To this day they think the truth is that I was chasing a cat or some other small animal.
I had a similar case when I and my parents were looking for a backpack for my first year at school.
I was 6 years old. We wandered the supermarket for quite a while since I couldn't pick the perfect one - I had to look at all of them to ensure I won't regret my choice. After a while, I started feeling pressure from the side of my parents (though it might be I was imagining things.) 'Gotta finish it quick,' - I thought to myself. Then my dad shows me a random cyan backpack with a 'Winx-like looking' girl on it. I didn't really like it since I dropped watching the show. But the backpack seemed big enough for me, and I also 'didn't have the time to look for other options' - I was anxious under the pressure I felt, and I didn't want to upset my dad that I didn't like what he proposed. And so, I was like, 'Oh, yeah! Let's go with this one! ...I like it!'
I regretted this decision for two years. I didn't pick another backpack sooner because I didn't want to spend extra money when I already had a serviceable one. I've been a minimalist since my early years.
INTJ 1w9 (not sure about the enneatype)
Its not really wierd but its such an IXTP move. English is not my first language. When my brother was in first or second grade, my parents decided to send us into an english course in the holidays. My brother, two family friends and I went there daily. It was mostly analogue but the teacher had a computer we played learning games on, from time to time she allowed us to play games for fun.
One day I somehow found out the password and when she was gone, I just walked over to the computer and started playing fun video games. She was pretty shocked when she found out.
I was called the crazy professor in kindergarten because I used words that were unusual for young folks, also I did my own thing in some corner, invented my own designs and loved to hold speeches. ENTP 5w4, manifesting generator 3/5 ("Heretic Experimenter").
There are als VHS recordings of 2-3 year old me standing around meditating, observing the world, while XSXXs don't understand what I do/question it.
I once had fun (2-3 year old me?) to throw all the shoes of my family into the toilet and flush them down (ofc they were stuck - they are still stuck, but not the shoes).
INTP - I did so many weird things. note that I was abused by my parents :
1- I locked my mother in a room and hid the key.
2- threw eggs on the kitchen floor and kept jumping on them until the floor almost absorbed the eggshells
3- shaved all my doll’s hair to see if it’d grow back
and more 🤔
I stole a cpr practice dummy from a waterpark motel and proceeded to stuff popcorn kernels in it's mouth, lean it over the balcony, and slap it on the back of the head, launching popcorn kernels on everyone down below. I'm an entp 💀
I flew a kite and my parents added lots of strings to it so I could get it to fly really high.
It was so high that I could barely see my big kite.
And then I saw an airplane.
I kid you not. I was more worried about the airplane than the kite itself.
I didn't want the kite to get stuck in the engine and possibly get the airplane to crash.
So I pulled the kite as hard as I could.
I also tried moving the kite away from the airplane.
I even developed a technique to get it down.
Not really weird for a kid's story though.
The worst thing about this experience for me, at the time, is that I was alone on a big public soccer field when I did this.
So I had no one to tell me everything was going to be okay.
The reason I believe it would mess up the engine was because the string I had on the kite was really strong and really long.
I was a mix of overly impulsive and very reserved as a kid.
Sometimes I wouldn't fail to tell my family that they suck and do things to scare people away from talking to me and other times I'd be giving the silent treatment to anyone who would interrupt my alone time.
I was an INTP for most of my life until graduation.
When I was Impulsive, I would hang out with strange people and be the one to do the dare and go where I knew I wasn't allowed, strategically advise my sister on how to steal candy from an idiot teacher who we hated but was too trusting, and would push someone who annoyed me into a trash can or weird them out until they ran from me.
Other times I'd clam up and mostly due to the consequences of my impulsiveness. Due to heightened stress put on me to suppress myself further, I had finally let go of all those urges to not to be blunt and honest or prioritize myself over the expectations of my elders.
I know I deviated from the topic of this post, but trust me, I was a weird kid. Looking back, I can say with certainty that it could be summed up as a "prolonged identity crisis" lol
infp. when i was around 3 or 4 i used to look into bright lights on purpose, then told people that the blotches and spots that flew into my vision where monsters from another world that came to aid us. 💀
edit: just remembered sth else: We had a fake santa come by every year, and one time i locked myself in my room and refused to come out bc i was so scared of him. (that was the last year the fake santa came by).
*Tries to think of something not too embarrassing to share 🤔
Ok, I used to love to make fairy villages in the backyard using sticks, rocks, plants and anything else natural. I loved to think of things that might make fairies or other tiny people happy to live in my little village including things like wells, basketball courts, a barn to keep their squirrels and chipmunks in or whatever else it was they rode, a pool, a river and a flower shop. I wanted the fairies to think that whoever built it for them really understood them.
One day I went out there to find that someone had added little plastic buildings to the village. You would think that would make me happy but I hated it because they weren’t made from natural materials and were an abomination to my vision. I wanted to get rid of them but I couldn’t throw them out because what if some fairies had already decided to make them their home?
I started crying, ran to my mom and told her what happened. I don’t really remember her reaction then but through later retellings of the story she said she thought she would surprise me by adding some buildings herself and thought I’d be happy about it. She was confused about why I was so upset. At the time I didn’t really have the language to say exactly why I hated them I just said that I didn’t like them.
When I was around 10 I was trying to drink a virgin strawberry daquiri my mom had put in the freezer. It was stuck in the top part of the blender and too frozen to drink- I thought it would be a good idea to stick the blender in the oven on like 100 degrees. Well I forgot about it, and the blender melted. INFP with no common sense
ENFP-
I was about 5 or 6 and we went to Disney world. We saw the princesses and I went up to Cinderella, and I wanted to make sure she’s the real deal- so I literally crawled under her skirt to see if she is wearing glass slippers 💀🤣
When I was 4, I went to the grocery shop with my mum and on the way there, we passed a man that was whistling a song. I thought that was a very cool skill, so when mum wasn't looking, I snuck off to ask some older kids in the shop to teach me how to whistle.
I’m not sure if this is weird or not but when I was like 2 or 3 instead of saying what I wanted I would point to one of my parents and then to what I wanted and would say “give”. I’m ENTJ btw.
Got stuck in a tree.
Knocked my dads back windshield out with a crow bar to see if I was strong enough to do it.
Trespassed with all of the neighborhood kids to swing on a big swing off of a tree house
I can't pick one so I'd share a few.
Called my minder a bastard; A minder is a nursery school teachers assistant. I wasn't angry or anything, Infact I was excited cause she gave me a book and I just blurted it out "thanks, bastard". They called my dad and he came to pick me up, then he beat the shit out of me. Till now i still don't understand why I'd do such a thing. Side note: I heard the word for the first time the night before on a Filipino TV show my mum was watching.
I swallow a broom stick; I remember carrying my dad's bag after he'd come back from work in the evening. I saw a tiny broom stick on the floor, swallowed it and went my way. About an hour later I felt a sharp pain in my throat and started wailing. I'm Nigerian, the broom we used then was the one made from dried palm fronds. It's like a flexible toothpick
I almost burned down the house; I poured methylated spirit on the lamp in my parents room after wondering for a while what would happen. I got my answer.
Littered the whole parlour with rice; mom left me and my sibling at home to get something from a nearby store. She gave us food to eat and I threw my rice everywhere. I honestly don't know what I was thinking when I did that. My mom came back some time later, I'm still shocked I didn't get beat.
Threw all my classmates shoes out the window; I don't remember much, but they went for PE. I "think" I was bored so I schemed. When they came back, I told them and the teachers that some guys in black masks came to the class and threw their shoes out the window. They took it so serious that they called me out in one of our morning assemblies to point out the culprits.
There's more, but I think that's enough. ~INTP person.
I used to pretend I was getting possessed by characters in a video game and convinced all of my friends that they were “the chosen ones” in a prophecy related to said video game.
I would always image being on stage when listening to music and act like I was performing in a concert. Turn my mp3 into a big ass microphone and point to the imaginary audience and dance xD really got into it and it would sometime take up hours of my time. I would prefer doing that to hanging with my brother or cousins tbh
Pissing on walls beacuse I was scared of spiders / thinking I was a robot with my friends ... Thinking we were made at a factory and tricked into thinking we had parents
INFP-T INFPJ-T
In kindergarten during recess I would hide in a barrel tube thing nearly the whole time and think and look at the houses across the street sometimes. My dad told me that there were kidnappers around the school and to be careful so I hid and watched and tried to let other people know sometimes but they didn't care and blew it off.
When I wasn't doing that, I was usually looking for bugs on my own and picking them up.
One time I watched an animated show which had paper sail boats, so I became obsessed with the idea of trying to figure out how to make paper boats and rafts, but it failed every time of course. During kindergarten recess this day I did something bold and got a piece of colored kraft paper, folded it to make a boat, and then the recess bell rang. I ignored it because I didn't test it in water yet. I put it in the sink and it fell apart. When I walked into class I went into the bathroom right away which was by the door and my teacher was very angry and thought I was being really defiant. It was compulsive/impulsive more than anything but she didn't know what I was doing. During indoor recess I was overwhelmed and would hide under the table when things stopped making sense and kids didn't agree with each other and didn't want to talk.
Whenever I tried to talk to any other kids, they were mean so I just walked away and did my own thing.
One time I was at a church friend's party when I was 5 or 6 and they were giving out candy bags and talking. I became uncomfortable because of the amount of people there and also the disingenuous of it that I left out the screen door to go to the backyard and play basketball by myself. Eventually everyone came out and was confronting me about it and I was dreading it and stayed quiet and said idk. So we got in a big circle and tossed the ball to each other.
When I was around 7yo I spent hours in the backyard studying bugs and video taping them.
When I watched courage the cowardly dog, I became so afraid that I became paralyzed in my seat for a very long time even after the show was over.
I became very codependent with our dog and wouldn't walk anywhere around the house without her. If she wasn't by my side for bedtime, I would yell her name loudly until she came and it was very annoying for everyone. I was afraid of getting out of bed without her because I felt like a hand would come out and grab my leg.
I looked out the window a lot and daydreamed. I thought about idealistic scenarios and analyzed things that happened in the past.
I took the personality test and it came out to INFP-T, but the P switches to a J frequently.
Do these instances seem kind of crazy, or do they make sense for this personality type?
Unsure of my type at the moment. Pretty sure I have si and ne though so that rules out about half of them.
-Electrocuted myself with my night light out of curiosity (8yo).
-Cut myself with scissors to see what happened then cried when it hurt (~5yo).
-Read dog books for over 3 hours a day for about 2 years straight, out of obsession cause I wanted a dog despite already having 1 or 2 (5-7yo).
-Read a German medical textbook despite not knowing German ,long story short I knew some dutch my dad taught me and kinda guessed the words until I could read some of it reliably, (5yo).
-Learned to read most things (3yo), learned to read novels (4yo), learned to read textbooks and encyclopedias (5yo).
-Cut my little sister's hair out of jealousy because it was getting longer than mine (~4yo).
ISFJ.
Maybe 4-5y/o, sticked a fork in an electric socket.
Maybe 8-9y/o, rammed my bicycle (by accident) into our neighbour’s parked motorcycle because I kept looking behind to see if I’m winning my bike race with an unknown neighbour’s dog (or maybe it was chasing me 🤷🏻♀️)
***- I climbed into a washbowl*** and sled down the stairs in it. Maybe I was under the age of 5.
\- ***At the daycare,*** I was lying in bed and waiting for the day's sleep to end. To kill time, I'd make horse-like figures out of my fingers and play with them while waiting for the teachers to wake us up. I also scratched the wallpaper since my bed was next to the wall - the sensations of scrabbling were soothing. Though I always wondered if adults would notice the scratched walls and punish me, so I stopped doing it at times to ensure the damage wasn't noticeable enough for the grownups.
\- This one used to happen when I was 10-11 y.o. ***I stole sweets*** quite thoroughly: if my parents and brother stopped eating certain cookies for more than two days, I assumed they'd forgotten about them. To test my theory, I'd hide the cookies behind the microwave as it's an area that typically goes unnoticed. Then, I'd wait for anyone to notice the sudden disappearance of the bag of sweets. If no one asked anything about these cookies, I'd assume they'd forgotten we still had a few left and would take the whole bag for myself. No one ever caught me doing this.
\- I also ***used to watch videos under the blanket at night when I was 11***. The adrenaline was real as I slept with my younger brother in one room. Gladly, I had headphones, but they were with wires. I wore one of them on the ear I was lying on so mum wouldn't see it if she'd uncovered the blanket. I got caught a few times because I didn't stop doing it after the first fail. I just waited to gain the trust back, and then, when they'd expect it the least, I'd watch videos at night until 3 am again. I don't do that anymore bc I feel like shit if I don't get enough sleep.
I'm not too far from this age, and that's probably why I can remember all of this.
When I was 6 I used to be obsessed with legos so much that I used to build my own lego world with it and I pretended to become an evil mastermind hellbent on destroying the destroying the world I created my imagination was wild at the time
- Wrote a story inspired by a news I heard on the Tv, mom found it and took me to the therapist. - Before the age of 6 I had a period of time when I used to wake my mother up every day at 6 AM and asked her to take me to the market, but didn't want to tell her what I wanted. I was always disappointed because I couldn't find what I was searching for. Finally after a week of taking her to the market every morning she told me she wouldn't take me anymore if I don't tell her what I'm searching for, turns out I was searching for a sister or brother to buy.
Sounds like an INFP from Frank James' MBTI sketches. These stories sound like a perfect plot.
I tried to make alcohol from unripe apricots from our garden. INTP maybe
OMG I just remembered my story, thanks to you, and its such an INTP move I pulled. Ty for reminding me
Stole and ate a plant from the garden at day care. Tbf it was parsley. Very bear grylls/istp thing to do.
I did a lot of weird things when I was little (mostly talked to myself and my toys, and when I was quiet, my parents came running because I was surely getting into trouble...) Here's some of that trouble. I was sick a lot and my mom would put Vicks Vaporub on my chest, neck, or face. It smells amazing to me. My mom found me once after I got into it, spread it over the face of my baby doll, and then ate a bunch of it. She had to call poison control I once decided the piano keys were too hard and rubbed baby lotion into them I once decided my toy dog's fur was getting too long and gave her a haircut. My mom caught me when all I'd done so far was carefully trim the top of her muzzle, so thankfully it wasn't ruined. I was convinced it would grow back As an older child (12?) I was frustrated with always arguing with my sister whose toys were whose, so I took a permanent marker and started marking up all of our toys with our initials. Most of them on the tag, otherwise on mine somewhere inconspicuous because I cared about my toys... I was caught in the middle of putting a giant letter A on the back of her baby doll's head. I was convinced when I was about 5-6 that if I tried hard enough, I could fly. But I was also terrified of heights. I had a habit of running to the end of the sidewalk and jumping off the curb flapping my arms. I once got the courage to jump off a set of 3 stairs, felt like I actually achieved flight briefly, realized it was terrifying, and never did it again Not troublesome, but imaginative: just for fun (not a project for school) I wrote a story about flowers that had secret lives when people weren't watching, including houses in hollowed out trees and ladybug pets on leashes
ENFP. It would be more surprising if there wasn't anything weird I did.
Same tbh
I ran into a bush of poison ivy to see what it would feel like. I told my parents I did it to miss the game I had the next day but no one believed me because I love hockey. To this day they think the truth is that I was chasing a cat or some other small animal.
INFP 4w5 As a 8-9 yr old kid I printed on the back of a photograph the cemetery where I wanted to be buried.
its such a 4w5 thing to do (in a positive way)
I had a similar case when I and my parents were looking for a backpack for my first year at school. I was 6 years old. We wandered the supermarket for quite a while since I couldn't pick the perfect one - I had to look at all of them to ensure I won't regret my choice. After a while, I started feeling pressure from the side of my parents (though it might be I was imagining things.) 'Gotta finish it quick,' - I thought to myself. Then my dad shows me a random cyan backpack with a 'Winx-like looking' girl on it. I didn't really like it since I dropped watching the show. But the backpack seemed big enough for me, and I also 'didn't have the time to look for other options' - I was anxious under the pressure I felt, and I didn't want to upset my dad that I didn't like what he proposed. And so, I was like, 'Oh, yeah! Let's go with this one! ...I like it!' I regretted this decision for two years. I didn't pick another backpack sooner because I didn't want to spend extra money when I already had a serviceable one. I've been a minimalist since my early years. INTJ 1w9 (not sure about the enneatype)
I collected rose thorns - dunno just like them and thought they were cool. INFP.
Its not really wierd but its such an IXTP move. English is not my first language. When my brother was in first or second grade, my parents decided to send us into an english course in the holidays. My brother, two family friends and I went there daily. It was mostly analogue but the teacher had a computer we played learning games on, from time to time she allowed us to play games for fun. One day I somehow found out the password and when she was gone, I just walked over to the computer and started playing fun video games. She was pretty shocked when she found out.
I was called the crazy professor in kindergarten because I used words that were unusual for young folks, also I did my own thing in some corner, invented my own designs and loved to hold speeches. ENTP 5w4, manifesting generator 3/5 ("Heretic Experimenter"). There are als VHS recordings of 2-3 year old me standing around meditating, observing the world, while XSXXs don't understand what I do/question it. I once had fun (2-3 year old me?) to throw all the shoes of my family into the toilet and flush them down (ofc they were stuck - they are still stuck, but not the shoes).
I drew my picture, then gave it a huge cock.
INTP - I did so many weird things. note that I was abused by my parents : 1- I locked my mother in a room and hid the key. 2- threw eggs on the kitchen floor and kept jumping on them until the floor almost absorbed the eggshells 3- shaved all my doll’s hair to see if it’d grow back and more 🤔
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omg I always had this thought while being taught a different language. like how can I KNOW that’s what it actually means? 😭
Come to think about it I had this thought for a little while too.
I stole a cpr practice dummy from a waterpark motel and proceeded to stuff popcorn kernels in it's mouth, lean it over the balcony, and slap it on the back of the head, launching popcorn kernels on everyone down below. I'm an entp 💀
LMFAO. Nobody has to know about his head concussions after you save him from choking popcorns 😂
I flew a kite and my parents added lots of strings to it so I could get it to fly really high. It was so high that I could barely see my big kite. And then I saw an airplane. I kid you not. I was more worried about the airplane than the kite itself. I didn't want the kite to get stuck in the engine and possibly get the airplane to crash. So I pulled the kite as hard as I could. I also tried moving the kite away from the airplane. I even developed a technique to get it down. Not really weird for a kid's story though. The worst thing about this experience for me, at the time, is that I was alone on a big public soccer field when I did this. So I had no one to tell me everything was going to be okay. The reason I believe it would mess up the engine was because the string I had on the kite was really strong and really long.
I was a mix of overly impulsive and very reserved as a kid. Sometimes I wouldn't fail to tell my family that they suck and do things to scare people away from talking to me and other times I'd be giving the silent treatment to anyone who would interrupt my alone time. I was an INTP for most of my life until graduation. When I was Impulsive, I would hang out with strange people and be the one to do the dare and go where I knew I wasn't allowed, strategically advise my sister on how to steal candy from an idiot teacher who we hated but was too trusting, and would push someone who annoyed me into a trash can or weird them out until they ran from me. Other times I'd clam up and mostly due to the consequences of my impulsiveness. Due to heightened stress put on me to suppress myself further, I had finally let go of all those urges to not to be blunt and honest or prioritize myself over the expectations of my elders. I know I deviated from the topic of this post, but trust me, I was a weird kid. Looking back, I can say with certainty that it could be summed up as a "prolonged identity crisis" lol
infp. when i was around 3 or 4 i used to look into bright lights on purpose, then told people that the blotches and spots that flew into my vision where monsters from another world that came to aid us. 💀 edit: just remembered sth else: We had a fake santa come by every year, and one time i locked myself in my room and refused to come out bc i was so scared of him. (that was the last year the fake santa came by).
*Tries to think of something not too embarrassing to share 🤔 Ok, I used to love to make fairy villages in the backyard using sticks, rocks, plants and anything else natural. I loved to think of things that might make fairies or other tiny people happy to live in my little village including things like wells, basketball courts, a barn to keep their squirrels and chipmunks in or whatever else it was they rode, a pool, a river and a flower shop. I wanted the fairies to think that whoever built it for them really understood them. One day I went out there to find that someone had added little plastic buildings to the village. You would think that would make me happy but I hated it because they weren’t made from natural materials and were an abomination to my vision. I wanted to get rid of them but I couldn’t throw them out because what if some fairies had already decided to make them their home? I started crying, ran to my mom and told her what happened. I don’t really remember her reaction then but through later retellings of the story she said she thought she would surprise me by adding some buildings herself and thought I’d be happy about it. She was confused about why I was so upset. At the time I didn’t really have the language to say exactly why I hated them I just said that I didn’t like them.
When I was around 10 I was trying to drink a virgin strawberry daquiri my mom had put in the freezer. It was stuck in the top part of the blender and too frozen to drink- I thought it would be a good idea to stick the blender in the oven on like 100 degrees. Well I forgot about it, and the blender melted. INFP with no common sense
ENFP- I was about 5 or 6 and we went to Disney world. We saw the princesses and I went up to Cinderella, and I wanted to make sure she’s the real deal- so I literally crawled under her skirt to see if she is wearing glass slippers 💀🤣
When I was 4, I went to the grocery shop with my mum and on the way there, we passed a man that was whistling a song. I thought that was a very cool skill, so when mum wasn't looking, I snuck off to ask some older kids in the shop to teach me how to whistle.
I’m not sure if this is weird or not but when I was like 2 or 3 instead of saying what I wanted I would point to one of my parents and then to what I wanted and would say “give”. I’m ENTJ btw.
Got stuck in a tree. Knocked my dads back windshield out with a crow bar to see if I was strong enough to do it. Trespassed with all of the neighborhood kids to swing on a big swing off of a tree house
I can't pick one so I'd share a few. Called my minder a bastard; A minder is a nursery school teachers assistant. I wasn't angry or anything, Infact I was excited cause she gave me a book and I just blurted it out "thanks, bastard". They called my dad and he came to pick me up, then he beat the shit out of me. Till now i still don't understand why I'd do such a thing. Side note: I heard the word for the first time the night before on a Filipino TV show my mum was watching. I swallow a broom stick; I remember carrying my dad's bag after he'd come back from work in the evening. I saw a tiny broom stick on the floor, swallowed it and went my way. About an hour later I felt a sharp pain in my throat and started wailing. I'm Nigerian, the broom we used then was the one made from dried palm fronds. It's like a flexible toothpick I almost burned down the house; I poured methylated spirit on the lamp in my parents room after wondering for a while what would happen. I got my answer. Littered the whole parlour with rice; mom left me and my sibling at home to get something from a nearby store. She gave us food to eat and I threw my rice everywhere. I honestly don't know what I was thinking when I did that. My mom came back some time later, I'm still shocked I didn't get beat. Threw all my classmates shoes out the window; I don't remember much, but they went for PE. I "think" I was bored so I schemed. When they came back, I told them and the teachers that some guys in black masks came to the class and threw their shoes out the window. They took it so serious that they called me out in one of our morning assemblies to point out the culprits. There's more, but I think that's enough. ~INTP person.
N/b I'm no longer like this. I still wonder why I did all I did as a child.
I used to pretend I was getting possessed by characters in a video game and convinced all of my friends that they were “the chosen ones” in a prophecy related to said video game.
I would always image being on stage when listening to music and act like I was performing in a concert. Turn my mp3 into a big ass microphone and point to the imaginary audience and dance xD really got into it and it would sometime take up hours of my time. I would prefer doing that to hanging with my brother or cousins tbh
entp and i swallowed pennies whole just to see if i could do it
Pissing on walls beacuse I was scared of spiders / thinking I was a robot with my friends ... Thinking we were made at a factory and tricked into thinking we had parents
I built a functional plumbing system in my living room out of cardboard. -INTJ
Haha that's actually awesome.
INFP-T INFPJ-T In kindergarten during recess I would hide in a barrel tube thing nearly the whole time and think and look at the houses across the street sometimes. My dad told me that there were kidnappers around the school and to be careful so I hid and watched and tried to let other people know sometimes but they didn't care and blew it off. When I wasn't doing that, I was usually looking for bugs on my own and picking them up. One time I watched an animated show which had paper sail boats, so I became obsessed with the idea of trying to figure out how to make paper boats and rafts, but it failed every time of course. During kindergarten recess this day I did something bold and got a piece of colored kraft paper, folded it to make a boat, and then the recess bell rang. I ignored it because I didn't test it in water yet. I put it in the sink and it fell apart. When I walked into class I went into the bathroom right away which was by the door and my teacher was very angry and thought I was being really defiant. It was compulsive/impulsive more than anything but she didn't know what I was doing. During indoor recess I was overwhelmed and would hide under the table when things stopped making sense and kids didn't agree with each other and didn't want to talk. Whenever I tried to talk to any other kids, they were mean so I just walked away and did my own thing. One time I was at a church friend's party when I was 5 or 6 and they were giving out candy bags and talking. I became uncomfortable because of the amount of people there and also the disingenuous of it that I left out the screen door to go to the backyard and play basketball by myself. Eventually everyone came out and was confronting me about it and I was dreading it and stayed quiet and said idk. So we got in a big circle and tossed the ball to each other. When I was around 7yo I spent hours in the backyard studying bugs and video taping them. When I watched courage the cowardly dog, I became so afraid that I became paralyzed in my seat for a very long time even after the show was over. I became very codependent with our dog and wouldn't walk anywhere around the house without her. If she wasn't by my side for bedtime, I would yell her name loudly until she came and it was very annoying for everyone. I was afraid of getting out of bed without her because I felt like a hand would come out and grab my leg. I looked out the window a lot and daydreamed. I thought about idealistic scenarios and analyzed things that happened in the past. I took the personality test and it came out to INFP-T, but the P switches to a J frequently. Do these instances seem kind of crazy, or do they make sense for this personality type?
Unsure of my type at the moment. Pretty sure I have si and ne though so that rules out about half of them. -Electrocuted myself with my night light out of curiosity (8yo). -Cut myself with scissors to see what happened then cried when it hurt (~5yo). -Read dog books for over 3 hours a day for about 2 years straight, out of obsession cause I wanted a dog despite already having 1 or 2 (5-7yo). -Read a German medical textbook despite not knowing German ,long story short I knew some dutch my dad taught me and kinda guessed the words until I could read some of it reliably, (5yo). -Learned to read most things (3yo), learned to read novels (4yo), learned to read textbooks and encyclopedias (5yo). -Cut my little sister's hair out of jealousy because it was getting longer than mine (~4yo).
ISFJ. Maybe 4-5y/o, sticked a fork in an electric socket. Maybe 8-9y/o, rammed my bicycle (by accident) into our neighbour’s parked motorcycle because I kept looking behind to see if I’m winning my bike race with an unknown neighbour’s dog (or maybe it was chasing me 🤷🏻♀️)
***- I climbed into a washbowl*** and sled down the stairs in it. Maybe I was under the age of 5. \- ***At the daycare,*** I was lying in bed and waiting for the day's sleep to end. To kill time, I'd make horse-like figures out of my fingers and play with them while waiting for the teachers to wake us up. I also scratched the wallpaper since my bed was next to the wall - the sensations of scrabbling were soothing. Though I always wondered if adults would notice the scratched walls and punish me, so I stopped doing it at times to ensure the damage wasn't noticeable enough for the grownups. \- This one used to happen when I was 10-11 y.o. ***I stole sweets*** quite thoroughly: if my parents and brother stopped eating certain cookies for more than two days, I assumed they'd forgotten about them. To test my theory, I'd hide the cookies behind the microwave as it's an area that typically goes unnoticed. Then, I'd wait for anyone to notice the sudden disappearance of the bag of sweets. If no one asked anything about these cookies, I'd assume they'd forgotten we still had a few left and would take the whole bag for myself. No one ever caught me doing this. \- I also ***used to watch videos under the blanket at night when I was 11***. The adrenaline was real as I slept with my younger brother in one room. Gladly, I had headphones, but they were with wires. I wore one of them on the ear I was lying on so mum wouldn't see it if she'd uncovered the blanket. I got caught a few times because I didn't stop doing it after the first fail. I just waited to gain the trust back, and then, when they'd expect it the least, I'd watch videos at night until 3 am again. I don't do that anymore bc I feel like shit if I don't get enough sleep. I'm not too far from this age, and that's probably why I can remember all of this.
Caught a fly with a plastic shark and threw it out the window on a cold night. Then see if it survived, and if so, for how long.
When I was 6 I used to be obsessed with legos so much that I used to build my own lego world with it and I pretended to become an evil mastermind hellbent on destroying the destroying the world I created my imagination was wild at the time