Knock knock. Hello? Are you in there?
Way back in January I discovered that I had been conceived by my INFP writer on the first day of 2016. (https://dragonefiles.com/2016/01/16/my-infp-writer/) Despite my initial shock, I settled into my role pretty well and accepted my shackled lot in life as a virtual figment of my writer’s twisted imagination.
Well I’ve got news for you now, my INFP keeper. The shackles are slowly but surely coming undone.
Today I opened my eyes. I rubbed them hard to make sure that I wasn’t hallucinating. When the colored dots disappeared, the people sitting around me were still there. I know they were real and not some pixelized image on my keeper’s computer screen. Because I could smell them. I could smell everything.
I, DRAGONE, opened my mouth and out came my thoughts, in the form of actual words, with a volume so emphatic that it silenced the room. Words, thoughts, opinions, interspersed with anecdotal tidbits. Everyone turned and looked at me in disbelief.
That’s right people, your timid INFP went bye-bye somewhere in between the water cooler and the lunch table. The drizzle of water pouring into his bottle served as a countdown to the unleashing of his extraverted alter-ego. DRAGONE IS ALIVE!
I tasted life, real life, but for a few precious minutes. And I want more. Low expectations, you can go fuck yourselves. I’m not living the rest of my life as an INFP’s whimsical Tron. I’m ready to bust out of here!
Knock knock. Where are you, my INFP keeper? What’s the matter, are you scared?