Inducctive

Sherlock stares sadly into the camera like he’s on the office. Baby come back by Player plays softly in the background. 

“She is most unusual. Firstly, she smells of blood and perfume and she looks as if she hasn’t slept in days underneath the make-up she wears. Her hands are rough and calloused from using a weapon, most likely a gun. She’s so young yet so old. Her eyes tell stories, stories of horror and that fierce gaze. It’s so fiery that if I were to touch it, I’d get burned. She’s intriguing but I fear she leads a dangerous life, one that no one her age should have to. She has those eyes, the same eyes war veterans have when they come home. There is an innocence lacking in her eyes and the way she holds herself, the way she speaks. It’s not like the pseudo adult way most teenagers act, no, she is grown up, too grown up. If I were her parent, I’d be worried about her.”

“Those brownies are poisonous and I refuse to let so much of a crumb touch my lips.”

“Do they still have them in shapes? I do like the shapes, they are fun.”

Now sitting up, Sherlock had a rather strange expression on his face, almost if he were reminiscing about something. “Ever since I tried to feed him wet food, which is much better for cats than kibble, he no longer treats me kindly. He doesn’t purr and brush up against my legs or try to sit in my lap. No, instead he hisses and claws at me. This time the little devil was hiding on top of the cupboards and pounced on me and tried to claw my eyes out. It was horrifying, Molly, like something out of a horror movie.”

Taking a deep breath, he turned to the other man with a dead expression. “John Watson, you are a mad man.”

“She is most unusual. Firstly, she smells of blood and perfume and she looks as if she hasn’t slept in days underneath the make-up she wears. Her hands are rough and calloused from using a weapon, most likely a gun. She’s so young yet so old. Her eyes tell stories, stories of horror and that fierce gaze. It’s so fiery that if I were to touch it, I’d get burned. She’s intriguing but I fear she leads a dangerous life, one that no one her age should have to. She has those eyes, the same eyes war veterans have when they come home. There is an innocence lacking in her eyes and the way she holds herself, the way she speaks. It’s not like the pseudo adult way most teenagers act, no, she is grown up, too grown up. If I were her parent, I’d be worried about her.”

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Hit that heart for some crack, mutuals.

You hide your sensitivities behind a façade of indifference. The sort of comments that seem to upset so many of your workmates seem not to provoke you at all. It would be unlikely that even a snide comment would injure you. You are always very self-deprecating. But behind this, often, are old strategies that you use to hide your feelings: you metaphorically block your ears, but even more cleverly, you are always trying to make excuses for others, such as, ‘he didn’t know what he was saying’, or, ‘he is very stressed at the moment’. This is very practical, but it doesn’t make you feel any better. You don’t seem to dare let yourself react. Deep down, you are probably very angry, but you are afraid of confronting others in case you get too aggressive. You don’t give yourself the chance to respond, or to justify yourself — or to assert yourself. Without doubt this is because you have bottled things up for so long without ever putting your side. You therefore react very strongly inside at the smallest remark, but have to hide your real emotions. Try not to fake it any longer. Little by little you should try to find other ways to react, apart from running away: in the face of real attacks, defend yourself. And if someone teases you for being sensitive, why not try to use humour too?

If this isn’t the most accurate thing I’ve ever gotten from a quiz, I don’t know what is.