Me meeting myself would be DANGEROUS! I'm a bad influence, and I'm also easily influenced by someone else who suggests something that sounds wickedly fun! I would get in way too much trouble hanging out with me! (this is why I often hang out with Js who think things through before doing them other than the fact I like them! )
I don't think I'd really DISLIKE me- I don't dislike many people and I like people who are easy to converse with I'd have a lot to talk about with me, but I might get bored after discovering that I know everything that I know
Not an odd question- kind of funny to think about though!
Human beings make life so interesting. Do you know that in a universe so full of wonders, they have managed to invent boredom? -Terry Pratchett
i was wondering to myself today if i met myself on the street and hung out with him for a day, would i actually like that person?
getting more into it, i was wondering if a male infj like myself, would get along with another infj--considering i dont think i have met or know another infj in my life. at least not that i know of. and since we dont wear our MBTIs on our chest, i wonder if the people i see on the street who i despise, could very well be infjs...
anyways, anyone can respond--if any does at all...
It's not weird, I always ask myself that question, especially when I'm behaving badly.
Generally, yes, I would like me if I met me. I believe that I am a likable person in the most basic sense of the word. I work hard to leave neutral to favorable impressions on new acquaintances because I don't know what the future will bring. And I've liked all three of the INFJs I've met. I wonder what would happen if two ENFJs met? One of us would have to back off. I think with two INFJs one of you would have to step up. Pinkpiranha used an excellent word to describe herself and I think it applies to me as well: piquant.
I remember a quote I used to like back in the day during my angsty teenage years. It's from The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice.
I don't like myself you know. I love myself. I'm devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.
I just wanted to share.
Relationships have normal ebbs and flows. They do not automatically get better and better when the participants learn more and more about each other. Instead, the participants have to work through the tensions of the relationship (the dialectic) while they learn and group themselves and a parties in a relationships. At times the relationships is very open and sharing. Other time, one or both parties to the relationship need their space, or have other concerns, and the relationship is less open. The theory posits that these cycles occur throughout the life of the relationship as the persons try to balance their needs for privacy and open relationship. Interpersonal Communication Theories and Concepts Social Penetration Theory 1 Social Penetration Theory 2 Social Penetration Theory 3
I cant really tell you what people think of "you" as a person so.. what exactly do you want? I am going to assume you were asking how people saw infj's?... but I am going to wait until you confirm that.
overall, i was trying to step out of my own shoes for a moment and observe myself. and yes, as a whole, i wonder how i would feel about other infjs--if i ever met one.
the way i break people down to see whether they are safe, likeable, cool, etc i can usually tell if i will be able to be around them within the first 5 minutes i see them. but if i saw myself in public, with the public persona i normally have on, would i steer clear from myself, like how i normally do from people who have a sometimes strong persona? i think i do have a strong persona in public, depending on the situation (only to cringe of my actions later on) and when that happens, i wish i could reckognise it and slap the nonsense out of me. i hate it when i try to force myself to be funny. i hate it when i find myself too opiniated, trying to be cool, or acting tough, and blaza blaza.
im always looking for transparent people, but i think i find myself to be quite opposite. but then again, these different masks i wear were collected over the years for protection.
at first i felt some kind of pride to know i was a rare male infj--but at the end of the day, i wish i didnt have to feel and think the way i do. its always heavy and too stressful.
btw--is a male infj really that rare?
ignorance is bliss------god what i wouldnt give to be that way...
omg, did i just ramble again? i ramble alot everyone-tending to go off track. sorry.
i am a BIG anne rice fan!
sigh....damn melencholic vampires....they need some therapy.
Two of my closest friends are INFJ's. I do have to admit it was a gradual friendship, but I DID like them all along. I've known one for about 6 yrs and the other for about 5, but I didn't become really close to either until the last 2-3 yrs. I think with INFJ's it's the whole thing where we do tend to be more cautious, and it takes a while to really start peeling back some of the layers. Not even that we're necessarily hiding things; it's more that I think there are just a lot of sides to us. And maybe like protean was saying...with two INFJ's, one might have to 'step it up' a bit in order to get things moving.
I recently met another INFJ who I get along with really really well..we just communicate so easily together, because we think and process things very similarly.
Then one of my coworkers is a male INFJ. We were on the same team 5 yrs ago, but we didn't sit near each other and never directly worked with each other, I didn't really talk to him at all, and to be honest I was kind of afraid of him!! But after both of us had some job changes and a year ago ended up being on the same team again, and ended up having cubicles right across from each other, we just started talking and I realized how much we had in common. He's a pretty cool, interesting guy.
At least for me, what I like about my INFJ friends is that communication/understanding is rather effortless. :-) And of course I think they're great people too..otherwise we wouldn't have the friendship to begin with!
"...On and on and on and on he strode, far out over the sands, singing wildly to the sea, crying to greet the advent of the life that had cried to him." - James Joyce