You know you're an INFP when you can't bring yourself to get rid of that old blanket because you're afraid you'll hurt its feelings.
I had that when I was younger. I used to be the same with stuffed toys. Had to find them all and tuck them in before bed, and if one had fallen down the side of the bed or was missing, it was tragedy and a rescue operation was needed before sleep.
Freude, schöner Götterfunken Tochter aus Elysium, Wir betreten feuertrunken, Himmlische, dein Heiligtum! Deine Zauber binden wieder Was die Mode streng geteilt; Alle Menschen werden Brüder, Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.
When you look at an object, say a sign for those Target stores, and can't remember what the word means, what the red and white rings mean, whether the thing is a sign or not, what it's doing all the way up there, how you got in the car, is this even a car, if not how am I moving so fast, how do I break again?... etc., etc.