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 ...
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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 ...
Embracing Our Darkness
The most difficult challenge, our most vile villain, we will ever face is our own darkness, our own souls. Will we cower and be driven mad, unable to accept our propensity for evil? Or will we arise, overcome, and accept ourselves for who we are? Will we love ourselves, not solely in spite of, but also including our darkness? Embracing one's darkness is accepting your flaws, weaknesses, wrongdoings, etc. which have caused you and others pain. Does this acceptance mean we allow ...
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 ...
