Enduring Friendship

For over 19 years, Kasper Nymand has been more than just a friend — he’s my topbud. It’s not a widely known term, but it perfectly captures our bond.

Kasper’s mind is nothing short of extraordinary — always hungry to learn, explore, and challenge ideas. His curiosity knows no bounds, and his insights never fail to inspire me. Through him, I’ve gained a deeper appreciation for Danish culture, from the comforting embrace of hygge — that cosy, contented sense of togetherness — to the strong values of social fairness that shape life in Denmark.

One of our long-standing fascinations has been the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (as flawed as it may be). Several years ago, we both took the assessment — I was identified as an INTJ (with a notably developed Introverted Feeling), while he was classified as an INFJ at the time. It sparked countless conversations about how we perceive the world, how we think, feel, and make decisions. But people evolve, and so did his result. More recently, he tested as an ENFP, which — true to his nature — led to yet another deep dive into the fluidity of personality, personal growth, and whether these labels truly define us.

I’ve always considered him one of my best friends, but if you asked Kasper, he’d refuse to rank his friendships. He values his connections deeply, without weighing one against another. And that’s something I truly admire — his loyalty and care for those in his life are boundless, free from competition.

Despite the miles between us, we’ve always been there for each other. Life has changed, we’ve grown, but our friendship remains as strong as ever. Some connections are built to last a lifetime — and this is undoubtedly one of them.

Here’s to many more years of learning, laughing, and being topbuds!

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