So once and for all, I wanna know.
Am I the only one who feels like INFPs are the world's favorite animal to hunt?
Like, I just realized it a few minutes ago, but it's a thought that's been a few weeks in coming. Why does it seem like we're the precious animal that everyone wants to capture and study, or hunt for sport, or keep in a cage just to brag about having one?
It's like we're the mystical fucking unicorns that people love to look at but never really understand. Yeah, they want to get closer to us. But when it comes down to it, everyone loves the ENFPs. Every time, be them SJ, NT, or SP, want relationships with ENFPs.
But INFPs are good for... yeah. We're just pets or good for research or fun to torture. How come the ENFPs get all the love and we're just the trophies?
We're pandas. I mean, we're actually the MBTI equivalent of pandas. We have no use to people other than being cute to look at and high maintenance to care for. ENFPs get to be the dogs. They're the ones that everyone wants to have in their house and thinks are the greatest friends ever.
Who wants a panda in their house?
They wanna come look at us in the zoo, and they want to have stuffed animal versions of us. But nobody wants us beyond that.
Nobody cares about us for who we really are deep down inside