Hi. I’m an INFJ… and if I were to say that to you in person it would sound like this:
“Hi. You know INFJs? That’s Myers Briggs right. Personality testing. Psychology stuff. I did one recently. A test. Not a psychologist. I’m one. An INFJ. Not a psychologist. I’ll just leave…”
Basically, INFJs suck at most verbal communication.
We strange creatures are eloquent in our writing, hauntingly beautiful in our prose, but our big fat tongues get swollen and tied when we try to use them in small talk, in getting our point across and (most heinously) when flirting.
“You cute. Me likey.” – an INFJ flirting.
Due to our propensity to wear masks and have the blood of the chameleon running through our veins, an INFJ can get up on stage and deliver a resounding speech. An INFJ can also act the roof off a stage or make a presentation to a room full of people and receive a standing ovation for their efforts.
But put us in a situation where we need to make small talk, you’ll see a clumsy, ham-fisted INFJ emerge. Watch a revved up INFJ trying to get her point across and end up bursting into tears of frustration.
And for a real laugh, if you know an INFJ, stick her in front of her crush for five minutes and watch through a peephole. You’re sure to get guffaws as she stumbles for words that don’t sound like a “learning to read for toddlers” book.
This is one of the main reasons why you should never – ever – just call your INFJ friend out of the blue. That’s why they invented texting. So INFJs everywhere can have a moment to read what you want, come up with an appropriate answer and send it back on their terms. And don’t even think about immediately calling your INFJ after they text you – what kind of monster are you?
*If you’d like to know more about INFJs or the Myers Briggs Personality Types follow this link.