INTJs. They’re known as the stereotypical mysterious, scheming villain; albeit cocky know-it-alls, too. However, those two caricatures (and others) of this type couldn’t be more wrong. The two closest people in my life are INTJs: my sister and my best friend. (I’m also certain my rabbi is too…) As such, I think I know this type rather well. Sure, it might be a biased perspective, but I don’t think these intuitive thinking types get the real, truthful credit they deserve. Too often their ...
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An Inherent Longing
I realise recently I’ve been writing rather sappy posts, full of wonder and optimism. However, like any other INFJ, such idealism is usually simultaneously felt with a healthy amount of reality, practicality, or sometimes, I daresay, pessimism. How we are capable of seeing both sides of this coin still baffles even myself. That said, this one might not be as much sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns as my more recent posts. While, yes, my life and its current changes have been breathtakingly ...
Change: Learning to Embrace the Inevitable
First off, let me start with an apology. I’ve been a little out of touch recently, and it’s all because of one specific reason: I’m moving. Why is a complicated, rather irritating matter. However, I can tell you I’m happy with this change. Very happy indeed. What you don’t know is how shocking of a concept this is. Furthermore, sometimes, such as this time, when I'm experiencing a significant change in my life, I become bizarrely contemplative and introspective, and sometimes I actually take ...
Do Not Fret; I am for Me
I realise that last entry was probably a little dark for some of you. Rather raw and self-deprecatingly intrusive if you ask me, but vulnerability is what makes this world of electronic communication thrive, is it not? (There I go being cynical again...) Let me put your mind to ease, though, because I'm sure some of you might be wondering if I am still currently hating myself as I so explicitly implied in my most recent blog post. No, I'm not. In fact, I do not think I ever did. I wrote ...
I’m an INFJ, and I Hate It
Yes, you read that correctly. I said it. I’m an INFJ, and I hate it. I hate that I’m empathetic to a fault, that I absorb other people’s emotions and energies, which throws me completely off-guard and out of sync with myself. I hate that I’m emotional, SUPER emotional. That I can wake up all bouncy, happy-go-lucky, and smiling with an optimistic outlook on life, and then minutes later I see a homeless person begging for food or any form of roadkill during my commute to work, and then I’m ...
