INFJ Thoughts & Rants

Hey there. I am not a MBTI expert. Just an INFJ who wishes to unload her mind. Now, what's your story?

[infjness]

INFJ moment #27

The idea that you might not be able to fix your flaws genuinely scares you.

[lielaclilac]

[galaxychen]

hats on // jongdae

[weloveshortvideos]

[jathis]

I love how happy the puppy is as the kitten comes to visit

[helvetillinen-helluntai]

Delete this website and only leave this behind

[whitmerule]

This would be so much easier if you’d stop trying to kiss me and just let me HOP DOWN, Fred.

[laymerence]

@j-holy

[letscreatesomething-beautiful]

She

Look at her strength. Look at her go. She’s strong as can be, but she doesn’t even know.

She’s so humble and never flaunts her talents. She always seems to be– balanced. At times, she steps out of her comfort zone, because she knows it’s the only way she can grow. She always seems to be up for a challenge, when opportunity arises, she takes advantage.

I always admired her, because she loves the simple and little things in life. Like art museums, helping others, drinking tea, and reading books late into the night.

She always tries to make people feel comfortable. She always tries to help those in need. She’s a kind soul, I think she’s a rare breed.

She is a bull, she’s as stubborn as can be. But I can’t help but to love her. Because the bull I speak of is—me.

[promptsonpaper]

“We are a self-absorbed species, believing our actions have meaning, a superhero magnitude, even when the truth of our insignificance is right in front our eyes.”

[among-glowingstars]

Just because you aren't doing wrong, doesn't mean you are doing good. A timely reminder. Step up. Be brave. Be the change.

[keepmyoceanscalm]

When Five Fell

[among-glowingstars]

andrewmcmahonismyhero:

The morning is when she lingers. It’s before the world wants anything from her and that’s when she’s most beautiful. It’s true that not many saw her like that but I can’t say I was the only one. Even though we each have our own beginnings, mornings like this were shared between us all. 

She used to tell people that it was like the world was drawn with a dull piece of charcoal. That was before me. Now she sees things my way, it makes a little more sense. This is me. If I’m meant for anything, it’s to show her the world. Is that so bad? The quiet morning like the many before it, calm and comfortable, but comfort can terribly blinding. The difference with this particular morning is in a call. She smiles, for who? I can’t see anymore. 

She tells me she wants to be a raindrop. She doesn’t mind falling as long as she’s not alone and raindrops are never alone. She always had a new story to tell me: today it’s about being a raindrop. I wish I could’ve been there cause stories aren’t always enough and words can only go so far. This is me. Sometimes I wonder if she’s still talking to me or

If I’m just eavesdropping. It used to be everyday, sometimes for hours, sometimes for minutes. I think relationships are based on communication but her words however sweet and real sounds so distant and now, they float pass me so effortlessly as if they were meant for someone else.

She must know what she does to me; her every touch, every time she holds my hands, every time she hold me close. This is me. If you hold my hand I’ll be yours forever. A simple promise, that’s all I can offer. Is it enough? It may be too late for me, it may be too late.

Anyone can look from a distance. A stranger can look from a distance, what’s so special about that? But, to know her scent is something else. It means we’ve been close, closer than anyone else. I dare say I’m lucky but when she doesn’t want me, when she’s away and it’s just her scent with me, I can only feel forgotten. This is me, left behind. Am I the stranger now?

There are those nights when it’s just two of us and she softly hides in her own thoughts when only one thing seems to melt the cold sense: a kiss. This is me. Ask me what the perfect day tastes like and I’ll say her lips. And she was my first kiss, it has to mean something, something sure and true because a taste of a pure kiss can’t be shared. It’s the dreadfully romantic idea but there can only be one. The question is, am I the only one? I’m afraid the truth will break me, but her kiss is convincing: I’m not her only one.

She said she wanted to be a raindrop and today it finally broke us. She’d found her own to fall with, her own to fall for. Today, she was a raindrop. 

[among-glowingstars]

Define overthinking.

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[among-glowingstars]

Thoughts II

One day, I will figure the world out.

But I am certain the world will never figure me out. 

[among-glowingstars]

Thoughts

I think i am thinking too much

[amongthesebarrencrags]

Remember when– - “I love you” was enough? Yeah. I love you was the epitomy of your feelings with someone. It meant you two were no longer kids. That you’d found “the one”. You were done, that was it. It was– - Enough. Yeah. But that was before ex-boyfriends. - Before ex-girlfriends. Before her disapproving parents. Before that little bad habit grew into the most annoying thing ever. Before pretending to like golf. Before wishing he’d enjoy dancing, and sitting through musicals just to make her happy. It was enough before she took the job overseas, and long distance revealed our weaknesses. This was before he gave up himself. Before you realize you were never going to convert. This was before he was ready for marriage and kids, and you weren’t. “I love you” was enough before other “I love you”s. And before he said: “I thought I love you”. This was before he cheated. And before your own thoughts strayed to someone else. It was enough before we were hurt so deeply, and before we hurt others so selfishly. “I love you” was enough… until you found out it wasn’t.

Philip Wang, “Accumulated”, Wong Fu Productions (via amongthesebarrencrags)

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On dating an INFJ

It’s hard being an INFJ’s significant other. While they’re presenting a picture of friendly, excited, got-my-shit-together perfection to the rest of the world, they’re probably dealing with a whole host of fears, insecurities, doubts, and uncertainties in their mind. It’s not that they’re any more scared, insecure, doubtful or uncertain than anyone else, it’s just that because of their dominant introverted intuiting function, they’re constantly checking their beliefs about their experiences and other people for details they might have missed in their attempt to understand the world. This is of primary importance to them. Since they do not base their knowledge of the world on concrete facts, but rather on the essence of theories and ideas, they may be less certain of their convictions than other, more analytical types. The fact that their understanding of the world can largely be explained only in abstract terms means they can’t point out concrete things in the world that provide evidence for their understanding. Thus the need to constantly check and re-check their experiences. They’re not insecure. They just much slower to come to conclusions than most other people, something which might come across as insecurity to people who don’t know them well.

The hard thing is that as an INFJ’s partner, you’re likely to be the only one privy to this extravagant tapestry of ideas that is their minds. Everyone else will probably just see the extraverted feeling side of their personality, which primarily deals with other people’s emotions in the present moment. This function makes them want to help, support and encourage others. No sign of trying to figure out the order of the universe here. If an INFJ has allowed you to get close enough to see what lies beyond this people-pleasing, shit-together persona they present to the rest of the world, you’re likely to feel confused by this very stark difference between your INFJ and the one the rest of the world knows. In fact, confused is probably a bit of a euphemism for what you’re feeling. Everyone else gets this super empathetic, selfless friend while you get a confused jumble of insecurities and doubts? That hardly seems fair. Even worse, you probably got to know your INFJ as the extraverted feeler, and had to start dealing with her introverted intuition as you became closer. Was this all a trap? Did they butter you up with support and empathy just so they could dump doubts about the point of life on you once you’ve become dependent on their emotional support?

It may feel like that. But that is so not what’s going on here.

What is going on is that your INFJ trusts you enough to reveal her true self to you. Because make no mistake. As naturally as her extraverted feeling function comes to her, it will always just be her auxiliary function. Her dominant function is her introverted intuition. In a sense, then, this is the ‘real’ her. Figuring out the world using her intuition is of primary importance to her. This is what makes her tick, what inspires her to get up in the morning. This is the activity her brain is preoccupied with for most of the day. She just doesn’t tell anybody. Except you. She tells you. That is a huge effing deal to her. Words could never express how much she appreciates you for being the person she can share this side of her with. Even if words were helpful here, she may never use them for this purpose because to her the very fact that she’s showing you this side of her is proof enough that you mean the world to her. In fact, this is something INFJs often struggle with in relationships – finding the words to tell their partner how much they appreciate them just for staying after seeing this side of them that they don’t show anyone else for fear of rejection. Words simply fall short when trying to express this deep level of love and appreciation.

Yes, dating an INFJ is hard. You may feel like you’re burdened with all the bad while everyone else just gets to see the good. But remember that in even the most passionate lament about the state of humanity, your INFJ is thinking, “I can’t believe I met someone whom I can share these thoughts with.” Actually, you might do well to add the phrase, “I’m only telling you this because I trust you enough to share my true feelings with you,” to every single thing your INFJ tells you when you’re alone together. Making her feel supported enough to be her true self with you is the greatest gift your INFJ can imagine, and she will reward you with wells of love and devotion other people can only dream of.

[infinite-infj]

[among-glowingstars]

Author's Blog: A better place

It's one in the morning and I can't sleep. There is so many things on my mind. I wonder... If you already know you are dying, would you still be afraid to go? Or would you be thankful, that you get to say goodbyes?

[among-glowingstars]

Author's Blog: Being Supportive

You know how the saying goes that best friends don't judge and will always be there to listen? How do you strike a balance between helping your friend and just being a listening ear? When do you decide NOT to to give advice?

Will you let your friend know if they are making a mistake, or if they are doing something morally wrong, or if they are hurting themselves?

Do you just stand by all that in silence when you KNOW there's a better alternative?

Do you try to push your opinions on your friend when you know it will caused them to react negatively?

Or do you really just watch them self destruct?