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 ...
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