Hi, I’m an INFJ… and I suck at sharing my feelings.
That said, we sure do suck at letting people know about our feelings.
As your local INFJ know-it-all, I’m going to come clean now and say, I don’t know why we find this so hard to do. I’m assuming it’s to do with our strong sense of Introversion and not liking having the spotlight on us, but you can be sure you’re taking to an INFJ if you start a conversation with someone and say “no, really, how are you” and they deflect with “ok but I can see you’re not, tell me about it.”
We’re masters at this. Deflection. In fact, in medieval times I’ll bet INFJs didn’t even need shields.
But in all seriousness, there is nothing more that an INFJ wants than for you to ask “What’s really going on inside you?” She won’t tell you but she’ll be thrilled that you care enough to ask.
Which begs the question; why are so many INFJs drawn to the profession of writing? Writing is, after all, the very definition of opening one’s innermost secrets and spilling them out on a blank page. Leaving one open to be read, scrutinized and then the very worst horror of all… critiqued.
The thought of a negative review or bad critique makes me shudder with revulsion. Yet I’m planning a December release for Guns of Perdition, which will leave me open to all the scrutiny and reviews in the world. So why do it?
Because we’re weird. That’s why.
The conundrum that is the INFJ continues…
*If you’d like to know more about INFJs or the Myers Briggs Personality Types follow this link.