(This thread is mainly for INFPs, but my fellow NFs are welcome to give their two cents on how they feel about this subject, and whether or not they have experienced it. I debated with myself over whether or not I should put this in my blog, but then I realized it would probably get more views, thus more responses and opinions here.)
This seems to be the depressing motif of my/our dreary existence/sickening plotline. Every so often, I'll meet a person who does it for me. Someone who excepts me and understands me on a level that's just unbelievable almost. I feel like I can do whatever.. say whatever, when I'm around this person. The person makes me feel giddy and illuminated inside; and for the first time since the last time, I feel the blood coursing down my veins in pure joy and excitement...
...Only for all those feelings to come crashing down on me at the speed of light. You realize that this person is just using you. Yes. For whatever reason, it doesn't matter. The point is that they used your ability (vulnerability in this case) to reach out a caring hand, whenever someone is in need. Your ability to truly listen to people and cherish them like no other. They use you to pour out their heart and soul, so they can tell themselves that someone truly cares about them in this "big bad ol' world"; and when they're done with you, they discard you, leaving you like you were before, lonely and abandoned. Whenever this happens to me (which is a lot) I feel like some lowly prostitute, who someone used just for one night to get their kicks and then tosses you back on the side of theroad again, naked and sniffling, just to wander the world for eternity, the process repeating itself over and over.