IMSB（The Fool）

Congratulations! You are not even in the usual human category. You got the once-in-a-million IMSB type. In your head live two impossible warriors: one shouting “I’m going for it!”, the other screaming “I’m such an idiot!” When you like someone, one side urges you to ask for their number, invite them to eat, and confess boldly, while the other insists they would never like you back. The result: you stare at their back until it disappears, then search “how to overcome social anxiety.” IMSB is not stupid - your inner drama is simply longer than the entire Marvel universe.