I just took the Myers Briggs personality test yesterday and it turns out I’m just as wierd as I’ve always thought. I figured out why I have related to books like Villette so much and felt outside of society my whole life. I have the rarest personality type. INFJ
It’s interesting to find out something like this that helps you to understand things about yourself that you couldn’t have known otherwise. I feel like I have lost a lot of time that I could have used working through my strengths just learning what they even are.
When I took the personality test I expected it to be like what they have always been, flimsy and flippant or completely unconclusive. I wasn’t expecting to finally have someone describe myself to me. No one ever understands me.
Something else I wasn’t anticipating by taking this test is having to face the reality that what I am thinking will probably never be what anyone else is thinking. The truth behind my feelings of uniqueness.
Perhaps, when I feel a certain way, it really is just me feeling that way. Perhaps, my perceptions of life really are completely unique and won’t benefit others as much as I think they will. My intuition tells me otherwise…
I’m still figuring out how much I relate to the descriptions of this personality type. Like, I have always felt prophetic; few things ever surprise me. And I do find myself trying to change myself to be more what others find appealing to make them more comfortable, instead of appreciating myself.
This is the short description from the 16 personalities web site:
The Advocate personality type is very rare, making up less than one percent of the population, but they nonetheless leave their mark on the world. As members of the Diplomat Role group, Advocates have an inborn sense of idealism and morality, but what sets them apart is that they are not idle dreamers, but people capable of taking concrete steps to realize their goals and make a lasting positive impact.
The perception seems to be that INFJs are mystical. The psychics of the world. And I have to admit I relate to that.
Having these kinds of answers is very helpful, but I am being careful about it, too. I know I can love myself too much as a result of finally finding a measure of acceptance. I could begin to push those away who have never tried to understand me.
So, here is my confused journal entry of a post for today. Perhaps you can make sense of it for me.