A punch to the intangible stomach… with brass knuckles
All right, so maybe it’s not quite that bad. Albeit it depends what you consider “bad”, or how the word manifests itself in your non-neutrally biased mind.
For example:
John’s inability to read more words than “I”, “me”, or “my” may be indicative of a bad case of egocentricity as an adult.
Jane must get laid a lot because she plays guitar like a bad-ass (Yes I know this word exists as its own entity since the 2003 M&W dictionary update, but I’m using it anyhow)
Baseball is such a bad sport that some people actually mistake it for being good.
My preferred context is the tertiary example. Are you confused yet? I hope so - because I am. Now allow me to exonerate myself. Lately I’ve released the power of the towering twins of productivity - Jack and Shit - to their fullest potential. The mind-numbing terror of my productivity would stagger a type A ESTJ. And I’m not as good at sarcasm as I used to be. Either that or subtlety.
So I finally got around to taking the Myer’s Briggs test and being analyzed by a psychologist afterwards. Apparently I have no feelings. On the T(think)/F(feel) dichotomy I didn’t answer a single question in the direction of F. And after explaining to the psychologist my algorithms for predicting fashion in a logical sense she not only questioned my sexuality as most do after seeing my interest in fashion, but also questioned whether or not I’m sans computer chip implant.
Now I’m not one that lives and dies by this test, as the results vary depending on the day and your current disposition. But how often do you get 100% in any category?
Deep thought of the day: Carpal tunnel still sucks.
For example:
John’s inability to read more words than “I”, “me”, or “my” may be indicative of a bad case of egocentricity as an adult.
Jane must get laid a lot because she plays guitar like a bad-ass (Yes I know this word exists as its own entity since the 2003 M&W dictionary update, but I’m using it anyhow)
Baseball is such a bad sport that some people actually mistake it for being good.
My preferred context is the tertiary example. Are you confused yet? I hope so - because I am. Now allow me to exonerate myself. Lately I’ve released the power of the towering twins of productivity - Jack and Shit - to their fullest potential. The mind-numbing terror of my productivity would stagger a type A ESTJ. And I’m not as good at sarcasm as I used to be. Either that or subtlety.
So I finally got around to taking the Myer’s Briggs test and being analyzed by a psychologist afterwards. Apparently I have no feelings. On the T(think)/F(feel) dichotomy I didn’t answer a single question in the direction of F. And after explaining to the psychologist my algorithms for predicting fashion in a logical sense she not only questioned my sexuality as most do after seeing my interest in fashion, but also questioned whether or not I’m sans computer chip implant.
Now I’m not one that lives and dies by this test, as the results vary depending on the day and your current disposition. But how often do you get 100% in any category?
Deep thought of the day: Carpal tunnel still sucks.