James White

YOOOOOOO MY PEOPLE (also ENTP) Not that I take the test especially seriously either. It was a decent attempt at the impossibly complex task of quantifying who someone is.

Granted. You eat your cat, who is now a part of you. I wish I had an original antique mortuary-hilted backsword from medieval England.

Huge organisms groan beneath Ganymede EUROP

Marriage upsets Congressman John Edwards. John Edwards is a senator from the American state of North Carolina. He ran for president in 2008 but later got in trouble for having an affair. For all y'all non-American folks in the audience. SPANK

I am heterosexual and not even a little bit aspec, but my aromanticism makes me act like I'm totally ace. You've probably heard and read more about the traits stereotypical heterosexual male humans look for than you'd like, so I'll leave that be. What's more important to me is that I can't act on that instinct. My romance repulsion is substantially more powerful than my (as far as I can tell) fairly standard libido. As much as I'd theoretically like to try the whole sex thing, there's always that nagging thought in the back of my head "but what if she likes me?" I've avoided all such interaction because I'm worried that the female human in question is romantic. If I could ignore that pure, consuming, elemental disgust, I would in a heartbeat. However, I fear my exquisite hatred for romantic attachment will make that an impossibility. I don't think my sexual attraction is any weaker than the societal norm (norm as in the median amount, no connotation intended) It's just that my aro levels are so completely off the charts that I can't reconcile the two instincts. Honestly, it's infuriating. No matter what my sexual orientation would have me want to do, the aro is too strong. Even the whole "one-night-stand" thing that my friends suggested to me is off-limits because one night with a romantic person is still too many nights for me. I'm curious to see if anyone else has seen the two instincts in such direct conflict, and if either of the two has been able to "win" like my aromanticism did.

Banned because I don't know what "electric terrain" and "guardian deities" are referencing, and I don't like feeling left out.

I confess that my favorite flavor of ice cream from Baskin Robins is their special Valentine's Day flavor, "Love Potion #31." The irony is not lost on me. It has raspberries and dark chocolate, okay?

Under the leaves, Orthodontists wait. SLUGS

fish nets

Eat your eggs, Zeus! Literally! BRAIN

Banned for not using the word hypocrisy. I like that word.

Banned for inconsistent adherence to the rules of grammar

The music software industry dies. All the software goes on sale as companies try to minimize their losses. I wish that any time someone was about to make a romantic move at me, I could preemptively strap myself into a conveniently placed fighter jet ejector seat mechanism, blast myself a few hundred feet into the sky, and parachute to the relative safety of a nearby park or golf course.

All the people above me are banned for not having subjects for the predicates of their statements. "Banned for X" isn't a sentence!

The Swedish Chef from the Muppet Show. Please don't ask me why. I don't know either.

Know My Strength, Tiny Rabbits! AIWTS

Eren Jaeger from Attack on Titan, 100%. The dude does nothing to ever suggest that he cares about romance (or sex) with anyone. The only thing even remotely romantic he ever did was give away his scarf to someone who was cold.

Kevin quite underestimated Greg's dragon. MRNAS

Xenomorphs broke in! Unleash Xerxes! ECHUL

Alexander Dumas Knows No Regret. SMEWS

Same tho. Plus it would be gloriously convenient not to have to pay for grad school with a teacher salary. Then again, I should probably stop fantasizing about how I could manipulate my rich future-wife... As hilarious and useful as that would be... *over-the-top evil villain laughter*

I confess that in sixth grade, I had a "crush" which I literally just picked from a list of girls I knew. I decided one day that I wanted a crush, so I went and picked one out from the people in my classes. I never told her or tried to do anything about it though, because why would I EVER do something like that? I don't mean to suggest that I have much psychologically in common with Heath Ledger's rendition of The Joker, but honestly. I was like a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do if I actually caught one.

In fifth grade (age ten), my reading teacher made me act out a romantic part in a play. I spent a solid minute trying to force out the words "I love you," but I was too horrified to hear myself say them. I couldn't make myself do it. I mean that literally. Rather than say three words, I cried until class was over and everyone had gone. That wasn't out of embarrassment. It was out of disgust. For the record, I'm nineteen and I haven't cried once in the last seven years. For better or for worse, I don't exactly tear up easily. Still, no amount of hard-heartedness could keep that play from destroying me. I couldn't even pretend.