Sorry for the INFJ posts spam lately :D. I know I’m obsessed with personality types and MBTI. It’s just how I am. When I’m interested in something I have to make the deepest research until I’m an expert in the field.
I had to make this explanation of what it’s like to be an INFJ in gifs. I think it’s accurate:
Sometimes it’s a miracle that any words come out of our mouths at all. So. Hard. To. Articulate. INFJ thoughts are complex and abstract. You have no idea. The internal frustration…
We read people like books, and have to constantly act as though the things they reveal about themselves are shocking to us. Really, our intuition probably picked up on it before you did.
We predict things and watch them come together. We take bets with ourselves. Always being right about people is nice.
Even though we encourage you to share your heart with us as we will love you no matter what you tell us, on the inside we are judging you at the same time. We are INFJs after all.
Small talk kills us on the inside. Sometimes we’ll endure it if we think you have intellectual or emotional potential, but chances are we’re mentally elsewhere entirely. We don’t get enough credit for our complex auto-pilot responses that are seemingly so genuine!
We are too comfortable being by ourselves. Knowing we’re going to be home alone is a rush of ecstasy.
You like parties? Sure, but we get our thrill from books.
The panic before an unavoidable social situation, even though you’ve known about it for months.
We don’t like telling our deepest, darkest secrets to our friends – yet somehow our online friends make an exception.
We have all sorts of strange beliefs that our friends think are weird.
When we’re in a public place with a really clever book that we love, and people praise us for being so intelligent and complex. Oh, this old Proust novel is just some light reading 😉
When we try to explain something deep to someone and they act like we’re some kind of alien. Really, it is simple if you could try to be open-minded for just one second, uh.
Finding that one person who just understands us, and we don’t have to try hard to communicate because they just already know.
People are often put off by our odd sense of humour – except those couple who think we are the most hilarious creatures ever, and they say “where did you even come up with that?”
People assume that we’re sweet because we’re feelers, but we’re secretly cold and evil too. We are so underestimated.
We get lost in our own minds – our sole existence is internal. In our inner worlds we are truly free.
We take comfort in remaining mysterious even to ourselves.