ISFJ friend: “Oh my gosh, did that sound flirty or weird? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come off that way. I hope that didn’t make you uncomfortable.”
Me: ??? did not think that in the slightest?
Me: “You’re fine. It’s all fine. Nothing to apologize for.”
(Another time)
ISFJ friend: *mid-conversation, automatically reaches out to brush lint off my shoulder* “Oh! Sorry, there was something there, so I just— sorry.”
Me: omg no you literally have nothing to apologize over, my soft friend
Me: “No, no, thanks for getting it off.”
Me: *inwardly debates grabbing their hand, putting it on me, and getting their insecurity over with*
Me: *studies the thing, masters the terminology, adopts the relevant techniques, relies on appropriate resources, builds upon foundation, prays to the right gods, improves by crawls, steps and leaps*
Me: *surpasses goals, inspires awe, invests time and energy, focus, blood, sweat, and tears, becomes best at the thing*
Someone: “So, do you enjoy doing the thing? You must like it, right?”
Me: “en... joy?? I, well... hm... yes?... *squints* define... ‘enjoy’.”