Is it better to get hurt and live or die and never be hurt? Ah! the joys of being an infp!
Some how, and please don’t ask me how, i stumbled onto this “who am i” path. Again. It’s not terribly wrong to want to understand, until this happens. You realize
#3. You find yourself thinking of the worst possible outcome that has a 0.00001% chance of actually happening.
or # 4. You go through moods of acting like a bossy, insensitive jerk, then minutes later, hate yourself and regret saying the hurtful things.
yep! So now I will have to go and hide, because after all…
#6. You have an endless supply of poetry, writing, and artwork that is probably REALLY, REALLY good, but you’re too afraid to ever share it with anyone.
And, sure i have shared plenty. I wouldn’t ever say it is really, really good. Maybe its mediocre at best. But damn, i have to get out of this shell. Some time. Now to find where i put those keys…
#10. Just because you don’t wanna party every night, doesn’t mean you’re not a lot of fun!
But I do!!! I just am afraid. Of you!
All above scenarios were found at personality growth. Now to go back into my grave. 👻👽🤕
Insert my daughters as the infj’s that they are and me, being the infp, and you will understand our relationships. A good reason my daughters think i’m a hurricane, tsunami, blizzard or whatever other storm exists. 🙀
Glad you stopped by. Thanks for reading. Luckily for me, you don’t really know who i am. ✌🏼J✍️