Saturday, June 2, 2018

INFJ9


“I have gotten to the point where I say ‘Look, I love you, but you need to know some things.’ Some people appreciate my honesty. Others feel like I hit them in the face with a bag of bricks.”

“Don’t you just love it when you are pretty open-minded about certain things going on in your life and around you and someone comes along and says you aren’t being open-minded again? Or when you have a tight schedule that you’re trying to follow for the day so you can get everything done and go home to bed and someone says you need to be more flexible? An INFJ generally is about as flexible as a steel I-beam.”

“Asking an INFJ to be more flexible about certain situations is like asking steel I-beam to bend at a 90 degree angle.”

“It would be so lovely if you could just slam and forget, but we INFJs just can’t compartmentalize things that way. There is always regret about who we could not fix or heal.”

“Before you assume that a quiet person is rude, ask yourself if there could be something else going on.”

“Insanity: Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Tell me why I cannot remember the details of yesterday, but I can replay the tapes inside my  head of all the mistakes, embarrassing moments, terribly, regrettable moments from my whole life. I know the nuances of each one. Somehow I expect a different ending, a way for the humiliation to disappear. The tapes never change and still feel the same now as I did twenty years ago.”

“The crazy things is, I have to think really hard to remember what I ate yesterday, yet I can recall every embarrassing, awful, regretful thing I ever said or did during my childhood with absolute crystal clarity. INFJ insanity indeed.”

“After having been broken by a certain person, a part of me is forever lost; even for others. It’s something I’ve no control over. I’m a survivor and I’ll anyhow put myself back together, but that which remains gone from me never finds its way back. I wish I didn’t give some people that much power over me.”

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