Oh, you guys are so full of yourselves I know you in real life -- and I hunt down that cuddly bit of light you have deep within your black, crispy souls.
All the stereotypes of INTJs come crashing down once you meet that pretty INTJ girl that loves shoes and bright colors.
LOL to our black crispy souls.
Our souls are probably chromatic or a prism of all colors because it would be representative of our internal machinations. Outwardly we are definately the color Black.
The joys of getting to know/love a INTJ is that we are actually extremely caring and can be quite silly.
Fine, I'll play.