To my followers, I am very sorry that I haven’t been posting as frequently as I should be. Frankly, I’ve been running out of material as of late, and I just don’t have any ideas.
INTJ apologizing after an argument:I’m sorry that me being right offended you.
INTJ apologizing for being late: I am so sorry, it’s completely my fault. I didn’t account for traffic and then I woke up late because I was an idiot and- *continues for five minutes*
Normal person finding out they have a crush on someone and telling their friends: Dude they’re so cute!! Ugh, I hope they like me back.
INTJ finding out they have a crush and telling their friends: I have a problem. I really hope I don’t have to see them very regularly because this would seriously complicate things.
Your asks were closed! What do you think about when you don’t have anything else to think about?
Well that explains a lot. I have no idea how that happened, but it’s fixed now.
Um… Hm… I don’t know. It depends on the day, to be honest, but usually I’m thinking about the future. Things that might happen, scenarios I wish would happen, problems that may come up and how to solve them. Things like that.
Ask me anything (that doesn’t jeopardize my physical security), and I shall answer. You now have free reign to get an INTJ to talk about their feelings, and I pledge to give actual, thought out, not sarcastic responses.
INTJ: I am darkness. I am the night. The compassion I once possessed has shriveled away into nothingness, along with what used to be my cold, black heart.
ENFP: Yesterday you picked up three shopping carts in the parking lot and put them away. They weren’t even yours. They weren’t even near your car.
To the people who have reposted my posts on Instagram:
I see them, and nothing inflates my ego more. I legit squealed for the first time in years because “OH MY GOD ENTP LOOK SOMEONE POSTED MY THING ON INSTAGRAM FLhogowowkLBOAPAKGL!!!!”
So uh… Yeah. Thanks for making my day. You’re awesome. You made this INTJ very happy.
The INTJ: Sherlock level deducting skills. Knows five of your deepest held secrets within ten minutes of conversation (though most of that information gets deleted unless they find it particularly useful). Has a plan to take over the world, and follow up plans for if that plan doesn’t work.
Also the INTJ: Spends thirty minutes looking for phone. The phone that is in their back pocket.
INTJ: You know, maybe if I open up to someone, it won’t be so bad. Getting someone else’s insight on my emotions might be helpful, and possibly healthy. I’m going to go vent about the current inner turmoil I’m experiencing.
*Later, when INTJ has finished writing an essay on what’s going on in their head*
INTJ: And so that’s why I think I’m feeling this way.
INxJ: Heart of a dreamer, mind of the deepest cynic.
Something I’ve noticed about an INFJ friend and I is that we both love to dream about the future. Bright, hopeful futures, filled with love and happiness, and all the things we want in life. We like to talk about these futures too. However, the conversation almost always ends with a depressing “Yeah like that’s ever gonna happen,” because while we want these futures with every fiber of our soul, our mind knows all to well how impossible our dreams are.
That, I think, is one reason why INTJs and INFJs are generally so depressed or prone towards depression. These dueling mentalities are not kind to each other, nor are they kind to the INxJ. It is a cruel tug of war between heart and mind every. single. day.
Our heart yearns for an impossible future, a place where our dreams come true (sometimes the dream itself isn’t beyond reason, but circumstances prevent it from occurring), and we’re content. At the same time, our mind screams that it is never going to happen and we should just settle down and get used to whatever hand in life we’ve been dealt, because the likelihood of it changing is minimal.
It goes on every day, and it is difficult to deal with.
