This really would be the good place for an INFJ

I’m working on not doing this lol

Someone asking me about anything related to the news or a celebrity

Anytime I see people not throw their trash away or put their chairs back in while I’m uploading videos in Starbucks

OFFICIALLY 2 MONTHS IN MY CAR! SUBSCRIBE TO HELP ME NOT BE HOMELESS DURING THIS QUARANTINE

My other functions holding back my SE trying to break out and go wild

This Tumblr page has been…

The only place where I’ve been able to be who I am. The me behind the forced smile. The me who truly expresses myself and takes time to figure out how I feel. Ngl, sometimes realizing this makes me sad. Other times, it makes me so happy to see how many people have decided to follow this page that I on the spur of the moment decided to create one day. Desperate to see if anyone else felt as alone. If anyone else was as confused about why they were so different…We were made to be different.

We are the healers. We aren’t 1 percent to be like everyone else. We are the shamans and sages that live at the top of the mountain, where all the village people come to with the questions they know only a wise person will carry and openly share. Higher perspective. In this modern day, technology fueled world, this has just turned into people texting you for advice, consistently dumping and venting onto you, and only talking to you to receive what they need.

It doesn’t feel as good as it probably did back then, when a sage would sit in a cave at the top of a tree filled mountain. Where you could feel the breeze, listen to the silence, find joy in the sound of a singing bird, and hear your own voice and feelings enough to know that they matter just as much. It was probably exciting to see someone taking form upon the hill. Someone who was willing to walk up the mountain to receive your advice, and even more, valued it enough to work their way to it.

Its officially been 2 months since I broke down and just packed up my car and left without telling any of my family. I have been living out of my car, just traveling. Recording my experiences on YT. Life is so blissful from this moving mountain I now travel in. No contact, no dumping, no drain. Just PEACE. It does exist.

Thank you for supporting this page. Essentially validating that my emotions exist. I would love for you peek into my travels on YT. A collective I would be happy to live chat with and comment to on my videos. This INFJ is working hard to get to 1k. There are 5k following here so I’m hopeful if you’re the one who’s made it to the end of this post that you’ll be excited to follow me there like it led you to here.

I’m forcing myself to be brave and not be afraid, to ask for help, and show myself and travels. I hope it inspires you to do whatever protects your peace and fills your heart. If you do subscribe, please let me know so I can extend a personal thank you. From one INFJ to you. Possibly someone like me, who went on tumblr trying to find relation and understanding. Protect your energy. Protect your peace. I’ll always support you, I hope you’ll support me. Peace and Love

YT- Lucid Lunix

Feeling Judged…

(Warning this is a bit dark I realized and also this is from my own experience about being an INFJ now enjoy)

People say it’s okay to be different. It is, it’s what makes us all unique. It’s the fact when you meet people and they look at your personality up and down, judging if your uniqueness is worth their time is what’s scares me. I know I am different, I feel different every time I talk to a person, feeling them judging me. I can sense the awkward tension in the air and the look in their eyes, it makes me nervous. I then began to question myself.

I decided to modify myself in order to get to know a person better. If they like people who are more hyper, I get a bit hyper. If they like a person a bit more calm, I calm down. If I know they like music, I bring that topic up more often. The one thing I don’t do is change who I am for a person. If I love art, I’m not going to stop. If I love singing in the car to every song when no one can hear me, I will continue to do so. If I have a secret obsession with Chis Evans, imma continue my secret tumblr page whether they like it or not. I don’t stop being me, I just modify myself a bit to understand and relate to a person, have common ground before trapping them into a contact of friendship.

Hope you all liked it and can relate to this somewhat.

When my friends try to convince me to attend social events

Me:

“In a gentle way, you can shake the world”

— Mahatma Ghandi (note he was typed INFJ by multiple sources)

INFJ Writing Problems

So I have this right now and thought why not write about it. I think a lot of writers get problems writing but, considering in INFJ, I think it would be really hard on us and here are my reasons.

1)Judging/Perfectionists. I think that since we are perfectionist, it’s harder for us to write a book because, for me, I tend to reread my books so many times, trying to edit it, to a point where I think it’s terribly written and I just throw it out the window along with my hopes and dreams.

2)Plotting. So as an INFJ, we like to think of the future. So, with me, if I can’t plot a book (which is 99.9% of the time since I suck at plotting) I will throw the book away, not inspired to write anymore of it.

3)Distractions. For me, this might be another big one. I am always thinking so my own thoughts are a distraction along with something called Netflix. What I find myself doing to help with this is sitting down in a comfortable place, with my laptop as my writing tool, headphone, and turn off all electronics, and focus on writing. When I listen to music, there is always to me a certain artist I will listen to that helps me write instead of distracting me.

4)Impatience. I guess whenever I write I tend to want to rush through the book to finish the book and end up making the book sound terrible during the first draft which links back to Judging.

Thats my top four so far. I hope you all could relate to this. Again this my opinion based on experience. Hope this helps in anyway!

How I’d react to someone liking me back —>

Me: *blushes and runs away like a little child*

Before I Found Out I Was An INFJ

I felt… alone. Like no one can ever understand me… heck, I couldn’t really understand myself. It was weird because, I could understand most people, what they go through, but I always felt no one will understand how I go through things, how my mind thinks, so forth.

I loved my unique self, don’t get me wrong. When I was little, I was proud to stand out from the other kids at school, but I also hated it. Because I thought it made me feel this way, a way why no one in my family can understand how I feel or how I think differently.

I never showed that I felt alone. Because I didn’t want to be a bother. And so many problems came in our family’s life, I didn’t want to become another one. So, I just helped fix problems and pushed my feelings aside, just to focus on my family’s feelings.

One day, my friend and I were hanging out, and she told me about a quiz. This quiz determines your personality. So, I did it, not really understanding what I was getting myself into.

After the test, I saw the words INFJ-T. Then, after reading about it, I felt a relief in my whole life. Because after reading this, I felt like there was a reason, a reason why I was like the way am and that I wasn’t alone. There are others like me. Of course, there was a small number, but there was still a number of them.

So, I asked myself where I’ll be able to find ones who are like me, the community of INFJ who probably felt the way I felt. Then, it hit me. Tumblr. So, I looked on Tumblr and found lots of INFJs. Ones like me. My other friend, she encouraged me to make an INFJ blog, to post things ones will relate to. I thought on it and eventually, @just-an-infj-girl was born.

That was years ago (don’t ask how many because I still don’t know to this day) and now, here we are. I hope you enjoyed my story. What is your INFJ story?

My Thoughts When Meeting People

I don’t know how to communicate. Sure, some people think it’s easy and all you have to do is go up to someone and introduce yourself but, it’s not that easy.

You see, going up means walking up to them. As I’m walking to them I prepare a scrip I am rehearse in my head, my legs are getting weaker, my brain starts to freak out. By the time I get to the person, I forgotten my own name as I’m sweating a storm and hope my breath doesn’t smell bad as I try to speak. In the end, if that person is kind, they would tell me it’s okay and immediately would become a friend but, if not, I try to forget the existence as if it never happened… that’s why I don’t walk up to people.

No, instead, I stay away from introducing myself. Rather, I feel more comfortable if someone came up to me and introduced themselves. It makes me feel like it’s not a bother that I’m in their life, rather, they chosen me to be in it.

I guess what I want to say is, if you are reading this, and you have no problem introducing yourselves to other people, and you see someone alone, talk to them. Become their friend. Maybe it may start an amazing friendship, and make the other person a bit more comfortable with their environment.

“I think of life itself now as a wonderful play that I’ve written for myself, and so my purpose is to have the utmost fun playing my part.”

— Shirley MacLaine

I want to try doing this but, I have stage fright… in life…

— quote by Dia Reeves

“Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.”

—Bertrand Russell

ceszew21:

“Being an INFJ doesn’t mean we’re only just a homebody. INFJ’s do TRAVEL! Yes, and when we travel, we ’re not just a tourist. We are more deeper than that. Because we feel the Journey, the Nature, the Culture and what’s more to that places we’re Traveling to.”

— ceszew