I am wondering if other INFJs share my experience, and if other types experience this as well. From what I've read about INFJs it sounds like I could attribute my feeling of loneliness to this.
Speaking for myself:
I greatly value my own personal growth. I think this year is the first time I've really embraced and fueled my love for learning, and therefore, learning about myself. I've been devouring books, trying to learn more about politics, philosophy, history, etc. It means a lot to me to delve into these things - in a way it makes me feel alive.
Although this journey sparks a passion in me, what kills it is the fact that I feel like I have no one to share it with. In short: no one else cares. No one wants to talk about politics, philosophy, history, or deep things (no one I get to regularly hang out with, anyway).
No one is interested in talking about personality psychology (another of my interests). Friends that I've tried to start conversations about such topics give me that "glazed over" stare and then after an awkward pause, move onto some other topic that (in my opinion) is trivial (usually it involves criticizing people or making fun of them).
Anyway, since this year is the first in which I've really embraced my journey of self-exploration and self-education, and it's also just recently I got into MBTI and have been reading about my type... sometimes I wonder if this is an honest feeling, or the power of suggestion?
But judging by how today went, I really think it's an honest feeling.
The reason why I wonder if this is a prevalent feeling among other INFJs is because as I've been reading about us, I've seen some statements:
Originally Posted by (from PersonalityCafe.com)I'm sure this isn't a feeling ONLY experienced by INFJs, so other types please chime in as well. I was just wondering if it's prevalent among this type.Originally Posted by (the website I got this one from was on Geocities, and Yahoo got rid of Geocities so now it's gone)
I'm kind of sad today because I began the day with a passion - I couldn't wait to go get another book and write about how I felt about certain subjects in my journal (dorky? Yes, I know). Then - BAM - a few hours later, I felt utterly alone in my pursuit, and I don't want to do it anymore today.
I thought, this journey isn't nearly as exciting when there's no one who cares to share it with me... (actually, my mom is an INFP and she loves this stuff, too, so sometimes I get to talk with her about it).