#ni fe

[nee-82]

I struggle to differentiate between wishful thinking and my Ni-ness sometimes.

[imnottotallyaparadox]

INFJ, Dissected

dom Ni: I Can Understand The Whole Universe At A Glance

aux Fe: I Made Cupcakes For You!!

tert Ti: Is The Scrabble Champion but nobody minds

inf Se: Oh Look, INTP, There’s A Butterfly :D

[we-are-fi-ne]

Ahhh... my new Jung stack...

[thewizardofhoes-speaking]

INFJ vs INTJ | Compare INFJ and INTJ personalities to understand how they best work together. Where are the areas of similarity and potentia

[thewizardofhoes-speaking]

How to Tell if You’re an INFJ vs. INTJ | So Syncd - Personality Dating

We delve into the differences between the INFJ vs INTJ personality types. While these types seem similar, they have some key differences.

[extravertinginfj]

INFJ life- Being perfect

One time I tried to be perfect for a whole day..... What I learned was that I couldn’t be perfect because I was too passive. In order to be perfect, I have to more actively do what was right, and interfere with destiny. That is a scary thing.

[one-infj]

I don’t want friends who are so different to me; I’m not interested in learning anything from friends, or teaching friends important lessons through confronting or correcting them, or myself being confronted and commiserated, and dragged backward through the common trials… It’s idealistic and unrealistic, but something in me strives for the closest possible match, so that when we might look at one another, that mutual understanding will actually penetrate all of the layers of isolation built up in us from the trials we have weathered from all of those past lessons of failed friendships.

[one-infj]

Making a deep connection with someone who understands...

The feeling that comes over me when a deep connection has become firmly established with another person… I need to talk about it.

Like the feeling of walking up a long stretch of a steep hill paved both sides with the people I encountered before who misread, mistreated, misunderstood, assumed too much, felt too little - that when I reach the top, and can see and am seen by that person: warm, with eyes that see through to my core of good intentions, I am spent and tearful with gratitude.

I want to collapse at the top of that hill, and into their arms; comforted by some precious and unspoken mutual understanding that it’s okay - because they see me at last, and I saw them too - and all of their beautiful intentions beaming out of them like the bright white light ahead that made all of that past battling worth it even when I felt sure that my legs would give way underneath me.

And the knowledge that splits my heart down its seams: that I was never so alone.. They were not stationary, at the top of that hill, simply waiting for me and knowing I was coming. They were not always in my view, because whilst I was walking up, they themselves had had to walk up that same dreadful hill: the other side of it, also paved with their own confused and mocking and frowning detractors… to get to me.

The delicious silence that we lock together in would have in that moment… like the vitality of oxygen. Packed with meaning, love, understanding, acceptance, grief and comfort all in one hit to share it this way. I can just but whisper in barely audible urgency, my gratitude, my relief.

We have to believe that there is always going to be that someone, walking up this hill along with us: just the other side.