Ni - Oh Ni, my processor, you connect all the things together to make me understand myself, the world, and information.  Though you have a habit of spitting out conclusions without telling me how you polymerized the pieces of data, images, memories, sensations, dreams, thoughts, random stuff Tom said 11 years ago, that weird silhouette I saw last Tuesday at a place I don’t remember and the word “porous” for some reason.  Because of you, i’ve had to explain myself, a lot. 

Fe - I love to hate you.  You make me uncomfortable.  You make me aware, so astutely aware of that flash of annoyance, she had at that thing I said, or that pressure when I know he is expecting more to laugh at that joke, I do not find funny, at all.  I used to be so sloppy with you, because I thought it was all about being well-liked by others.  However, the light you shine on people’s emotional nuances is helpful, and i’m learning that you can help me convey the genuine squishy feelings inside, if I allow you to.  But sometimes, you don’t ask for permission.

Ti - I probably rely on you too much.  I sit back and watch you do a lot of damage, yet you tell me it’s absolutely necessary because of efficiency, it makes the most sense and whatnot.  Paired with Ni, you have a habit of making me tunneled-visioned.  Even if the end-goal is met, you won’t let go of snuffing out the root of problem.  You force me to do a lot of unnecessary problem solving that I probably don’t need to do, but it feels so good to figure things out.