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What It’s Like to be an INFJ (in GIFs)

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.

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Ten Little Known Facts about INFJ’s.

10.  INFJs are typically better in writing than in verbal communication. If you want to know an INFJ’s true feelings, ask them to write out what they think and feel but don’t expect them to do it, especially if they don’t know you very well.

9.  INFJs can often mimic other personality types. Because they are masters at understanding people’s core personalities- becoming someone else can be very easy.

8.  An INFJ’s allegiance is no trifle. If an INFJ wants to stick by you, it means they really like you. Never violate that gift, INFJ’s can be dangerous enemies.

7.  INFJ’s are like onions. No they don’t stink, or make you cry, or get all brown if you leave them out in the sun to long. They have layers, and only a select few are ever privy to see all those layers. Do not expect to peel back their layers overnight- that can take months, even years before they trust you that much.

6.  INFJs are extremely sensitive. Make sure that criticism is handed as lightly as possible and constructively. At the same time if they respect you they will want to please you and prove to you they can take that criticism and become better, although many times it might take them time to work through the hurt of your words to come to that realization.

5.  INFJs love helping people. If you’re bad at accepting help (yes, accepting help is a skill), then get ready to have problems. To reject an INFJ’s help is to reject their love, and one of the things they hold nearest to their hearts.

4.  They can be extremely stubborn once they believe they are right, especially if it has to do with their morals or values. However, don’t think that just because they are arguing with you, they aren’t listening- many times they will think about what you said to them for weeks and it may slowly make them more open-minded to your opinions.

3.  Your energy as a friend, partner, or family member will easily affect them. If you seem unstable, etc., it will soak into them and poison them. It has often been said that an INFJ’s partner has to be resilient, and this is generally true.

2.  An INFJ is incredibly complex, so complex they confuse even themselves. They almost always feel misunderstood and ‘hidden’. They will be offended if you pass them off as ‘simple’ or ‘average’. Getting to know an INFJ takes work, so be prepared for that. A lot of gentle enquiry is required.

1.  Last but not least, don’t lie to an INFJ! Omitting or distorting the truth is generally looked at as lying and will definitely arouse suspicion in them. INFJ’s have an intuition when it comes to stories that don’t quite fit. Tread carefully if you are hiding something from them.

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*Source of the article: modalitiesofexistence.com

My INFJ story

Hi lovely people!

It’s time for me to introduce myself. Maybe you’ve been wandering who is behind this blog. I’m going to tell you a little more about me (beware, my definition of “a little” = a novel.) So who am I?

My name is Paulina and I’m probably the most stereotypical INFJ in existence. Someone could seriously use me as a textbook example. I embody all typical INFJ traits to the highest degree. I can relate to every INFJ description I have found 100%. When I first discovered that I am an INFJ, it was almost life saving for me. I was very surprised to find the description alarmingly accurate, describing me pretty much to the point where I could think of nothing I could add to make it any more complete. For the first time in my life I felt like someone understands me.

I would like to start from the childhood. Since a very young age I knew I was different. I enjoyed solitude and I loved to play just by myself. In kindergarten I was that weird kid that was observing everyone and everything in the corner. I especially loved to paint and create stuff so you could always find me with crayons in my hands. I remember that my teachers were very concerned about me. They told my parents they should send me to a childhood psychiatrist to find out if I’m sane and not mentally ill. The doctor didn’t identify me with any mental illness and just assumed that I am very shy and introverted, but maybe it gets better as I grow up. I remember that everyone called me “Sleeping beauty” as a child.I was always typed as the girl who existed in “her own little world”. I remember feeling guilty for being weird. I hated the fact that I was different and I could’t fit in no matter how hard I tried. I avoided trouble and followed the rules to an anal degree. I believe my nickname was “saint girl” when I was younger.

Besides my obvious preference for introversion, I have always been an “old soul”. When I was 4 years old, I felt very strange in my little tiny body. I felt so much wiser and older than what I looked like. I always wanted to figure out how the universe works. The first sentence I spoke when I learned how to talk was: “What does it mean?”. 😀 I always search for meaning behind things.

One particular childhood memory stands out for me: I remember looking at my own reflection in the mirror and staring deeply into my own eyes. I felt like I could see the entire universe reflected in my eyes. I felt like I’m a part of something much greater than myself. I knew I was the creator myself, not just a waste of space in a meaningless universe. These kind of things happened to me often as a child and continue to happen now in my adulthood.

My childhood was full of feeling misunderstood, being bullied and feeling like an alien in this world. Occasionally there were good times, but mostly is ranged from mediocre to miserable, intermixed with complete hell. No one could understand me but I felt like I understand everyone. I could easily read people and their motives, intentions and feelings. It bothered me even more when I saw that no one can tell how I feel. It made me feel even more otherwordly. In my case, I think the characteristics of being an INFJ coupled with not so supportive parents caused the loneliness & isolation I experienced as a child.

My teenage years = Very few friends, a non existent social life. As a teenager I enjoyed reading. Everywhere I went I had to take a book with me. I also enjoy writing. I express myself so much better in writing than in verbal communication. I’ve spend the majority of my teenage years on the internet. I’ve created blogs and shared my ideas with other people. For the first time in my life I felt like someone understands me. I love internet so much because it contains a lot of information. I adore learning new things. When I find a subject I’m passionate about I spend hours and hours researching on the internet until I’m an expert in it.

I have to admit that since I discovered my personality type, my life is getting better and better. It’s all about self acceptance. I used to hate myself as a child and I used to think that something was wrong with me. But my self hate decreased a lot when I found out that I’m a perfectly healthy INFJ. I’m not a flawed and defected human being, I’m just very rare and original. I began to value myself and accept myself more. And as I started doing so, I noticed that other people accept me more as well. I was even able to find friends that appreciate me for who I am.

I’m also very spiritual. Not religious but spiritual. I’m deeply interested in all things metaphysical. I guess I was already born this way and when I read spiritual books, it feels like I’m remembering something I have always known very deeply.

Another thing that I love is art. I love to create mandalas and symbolic paintings.  When engrossed in creative flow, I experience myself in perfect synchrony with the universe. I’m very creative and artistic. When engrossed in a creative stint, I may paint and write for hours, occasionally even days, without rest.

Right now I’m about to attend collage and study psychology. My dream is to counsel people and help them find happiness. I love giving people advice and solving people-related problems. I feel that in order to solve the myriad humanitarian crises facing the world, we must first gain a better foothold on the fundamentals of human nature and human behavior. We need to better understand ourselves—our motives, behaviors, and personality. My greatest joy is in helping people and knowing that I’m making this world a brighter place.

Words I would choose to describe myself:

deep, complex, loving, gentle, caring, friendly, intuitive, dreamer, visionary, idealist, mystic, philosopher, supportive, understanding, helpful, authentic, individualistic, original, quiet,  spiritual, wise, compassionate, otherwordly, artistic, creative, passionate, determined, commited