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 ...
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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 ...
