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I'm a very smart, kind person who wants to help people by leaving a positive impact on their lives. I care alot about personal development, understanding the world around me, and understanding why people are the way they are. MBTI has been, and continues to be, very enlightening to me in these regards.

I also love music. I've been playing guitar since September 2006. I take it very seriously and practice alot, but I also enjoy it immensely. I have perfect pitch, which means that it would be a waste of talent to have anything but a career in music. I'm not sure which occupation I wish to pursue, but it's either a professional musician, a music teacher, a counselor/psychologist, or something in Human Resources.

INFJ. I=11%, N=62%, F=50%, J=1%

Music, Psychology.
Birthday
May 6, 1991 (Age: 33)
Biography
I was born in Tustin, California on May 30 1956. My mother was in a car crash before I was born so I was 3 months early. I always believed that I was a special child and that I had a destiny to fulfill. I was raised by a single mother. I eventually discovered my father was a man named Anthony Cooper. We bonded on hunting trips and became good friends. When I discovered that he was in need of a kidney, I gladly donated mine. However, I came to realize that I had been conned. The entire time all he wanted was my kidney. I had to enter an anger management group after that. I met my future girlfriend Helen there. We started a relationship, but I still wanted acceptance from my father. He asked me to move money for him, which I did. However, Helen soon got wind of this, and was very upset. Out of desperation, I tried to propose to her. She rejected me. I became very depressed after this. I collected government assistance. I soon found my dad conning again. I confronted him in his high-rise apartment and he pushed me out of a window. I fell 8 stories and crushed my spine, leaving me paralyzed from the waist down. I was told by a man to go on a walkabout in Australia. I went there and tried to do this, but was rejected since I couldn't walk. Dejected, I took a flight home to California, but the plane crashed on a mysterious island where I now reside. A miracle occured once I got there. I awoke from the flaming wreckage and was able to walk again. I came to believe that the Island was special and that I had a purpose here. So I now live on The Island, hunt, and follow my instincts to see how my destiny will unfold. I am a Man of Faith.
What would be your epitaph?
My soul has transcended; my flesh has descended.
MBTI
INFJ
Occupation
True Love (if it exists), that's all I really want
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