I think all my Raging INFJ posts have lead to this point, to this dramatic declaration which beats at the heart of all INFJs. We despise door slamming, letting go, saying goodbye -- we rage for one reason and one reason alone: we fear our love being wasted. As Mirren so poignantly reminded me on Twitter, "When I love, I love." Her words sparked a burgeoning idea, which I felt compelled to write, knowing all my own rage lead to this interconnected epiphany. When an INFJ says, "When I ...
Musings
Saying Goodbye: Raging INFJ Pt. 3
Believe me, I did not intend on writing a three-part series about Raging INFJs. However, days later as I muse on what I've written, I find there is more to say. Always. You see, letting go of someone or door slamming them usually results in pain. Few times does it result from something good, mutual, beneficial. But saying goodbye? That's just the opposite. Saying goodbye occurs when two parties realise one or both of their lives are diverting, and the path they have walked either ...
Letting Go: Raging INFJ Pt. 2
I mentioned in my last post, Raging INFJ, there is a difference between the infamous INFJ "door slam" and simply letting people go. To follow up, I want to add a few musings. Primarily, my motivation behind letting someone go is the realisation I am the only party in this so called "relationship" who is putting forth any effort into maintaining contact, dialogue, interaction, etc.; so much so it takes extraneous efforts to sustain my own initiating. We INFJs are not initiators. I think we ...
Raging INFJ
You know what stereotype of INFJs I hate most? The one which says we're special snowflakes, rare unicorns, or pure cinnamon rolls which must be protected at all costs because we hate conflict and run at the sight of blood. B.S. Okay, yes, sure. I admit to hating conflict, but only when it's petty, unresolved, malicious, etc. Conflict which seeks to destroy, not to establish truth. There is a version of healthy conflict which exists. I mean, do we INFJs not wrestle with our own souls ...
What’s on My Shelf: The Sisters of the Winter Wood
I promised to gush, and so I finally shall... Though I haven't updated "What's on My Shelf" recently, implying I have far more books to review than the title indicates, there is one book in particular which I have been needing to discuss for quite some time. As the Gregorian year comes to its close, I find myself looking back at all the books I have read in the past year, and even further to whenever I began this blog, asking myself which were my favourites. While there are a few which ...
