It's so nice to know I'm not the only one like this. In Korea they don't seem to have the "your body is yours" rule since it's very much a kind of hive-mind society. My students, my manager, the nurses at the doctor's office, strangers I've just met are always grabbing me and yanking me, and touching me. Even after a year I don't like it, though I've gotten pretty used to the kids.
Originally Posted by simulatedworld
INFs are weird
Ah, but that's what's best about us too.
"I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life; I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well."
Weird is fun, usually. And way better than boring. At least that's what I tell myself so I can sleep at night ...
Hehe, same here. I tell myself that as well because I absolutely despise having to touch someone I don't know. I just clam up and it's extremely uncomfortable for me. Even embracing outside family is difficult for me - my grandmother calls me a "touch-me-not". On the flip side, if you ask anyone who's been in an relationship with me or anyone who's lived with me for a long period of time (close family especially), they'd tell you that I'm one of the most touchy-feely person they know. I even have been told to lay off on the hugs and snuggling because there was so much of it. I guess that's just part of the "all or nothing" thing that the INFPs carry.
An INFP and I went to supper last night. We were okay sitting at the table. But the walking there and back... man, it was like dodgem cars with magic, invisible bumpers. Constant awkward alterations of gait and stride and step.
I blame inferior Se for me. My Se shouldn't be engaged unless the other three processes are engaged in the same operation. Feed me sensory information when I'm doing something else and there will be trouble.
i'm pretty much the same way at the op. i don't trust Se forms of expression to convey any sense of significance, unless there is significance. and why would i want gestures that are meaningless to me, cliched, etc.
but deep down i feel like the child amelie who's heart skips a beat when the possibility of being touched even by the cold sterile stethoscope is nearby. the desire might be real (primates!), but it also might be sublimated other things like itemized deductions on tax day, sum them alllll up and wrap them in a bowtied box.
i feel like somehow i've not yet disillusioned myself enough to realize that touch is just another domain for the empty gestures we all wear to convey lots of big nothings. and that authenticity has nothing to do with the form, but instead much more to do with some deep and mysterious essence that can never fully be grasped. a complexity that makes you trust it, makes you see into it, recognize its shape in the midst of the mushroom cloud.