Hi, I’m an INFJ – don’t worry if you don’t get me, you probably never will.
We are the enigma wrapped up in a conundrum surrounded by a puzzle. We are the least understood of all the types* and half the time, we never even truly know ourselves.
This is our own fault though, so don’t get upset if you don’t know your INFJ well. We make it hard for people to get ‘in’ (we’re experts at deflecting feelings and turning conversations away from ourselves), and we excel at wearing masks. Most people never really know what’s going on inside an INFJ’s head.
The biggest mistake people make about INFJs is that we’re so serious. Sure, sometimes we are, but we’re mostly big goofballs with dirty minds, dark senses of humour and a massive collection of movie quips at our disposal. We just don’t show that side often… not unless you’re someone we really trust.
And now to contradict myself – because I’m an INFJ and that’s kinda what we are – we may be goofballs, but we’re also extremely complex fragile goofballs. That’s due to being far too perceptive and over-sensitive.
Oftentimes we feel like we simply don’t fit in; either too weird for the ‘norms’ or too straight for the ‘weirds’. Trust me, it’s more frustrating for us than for those of you trying to work us out.
In the end, treat us like quicksilver, that strange liquid metal; fascinating, pretty to look at, difficult to understand, toxic to eat… wait, what? And realise that even we don’t know what we really are.
*If you’d like to know more about INFJs or the Myers Briggs Personality Types follow this link