Actually I am a very improbable mix of the working-class socially conservative and liberal professional class cultures that divide most white northeasterners between them. For me conversation tends to involve a lot of steering around the other person's offendable sensibilities.
I don't really fit into any equation of partnership, but I don't seem to be the sort for whom the Hook-up-with-horny-wives type of websites were created, either. I'm not really sure that there's any sort of person for me to be looking for, but since this site is free, or rather was until I got myself an a-list subscription to see who was "liking" me, I might as well be on here in case there's some person out there for whom interacting with me would somehow be meaningful.
You should know that I was basically thrown off the human train from a very early age. I was raised by a violent person who deeply despised me for not being the paragon of unemotional, physically strong, working class masculinity that he himself was. Throw in some Catholicism, a lack of conversational wit or athletic prowess, an inability to travel anywhere due to PTSD that I picked up in an incident between me and my father, and you have someone who, by the time he got out of college, was pretty much incapable of usefully functioning as a human being, in any meaningful way. At the age when people should be ready to head out and conquer the world, I was utterly lost and destroyed.
I managed never to get into alcohol or drugs or anything. I'm about as close as you can get to being nothing at all, from various standpoints. Nowadays I drive trucks or a living. I do some photography, pottery, and play the guitar. I am much better at the first two than at the third, though the latter takes up the most of my free time. I also am into metal detecting, which is at once very boring and frustrating but also very interesting; it has made me something of a history detective, and I do have some gold and silver and other interesting artifacts to show for my efforts.
Intp or infp, I vacillate.
I always hate what I write here, and change it after a while, because it always seems to be about how truly undesirable I am. So whatever. Here I am, for whatever it amounts to. Make of it what you would.