I think that sometimes, I really just want to be an ISFJ and I really try my hardest to be one. But, I don't know if I'm all that great. Like, I get angry and I make rash, impulsive decisions sometimes. However, deep down, I think that being an ISFJ is who I am and I am just not as good as I could be. I am hardworking, I am a push-over, I'm nice, I'm "motherly". Hearing all these praises about ISFJs, however, kind of makes me want to be better than what I am already. I also hope that I don't come across people as "fake". Does that make any sense? At all?
I know I can count on my ISFJ for me in any crisis, and she'll always nurture, never judge.
I love..... her. so much. as a friend. She's really independent but sometimes she'll just randomly call and ask if I want to go on a roadtrip with her... it makes me feel special.
We could sit together in total silence and be completely comfortable.
Sometimes that pressures me to speak, but I realized that... she's just as happy as me with silence.
I owe her so much.
OK, as an ISFP it's hard for me completely and entirely open up -- unless it's to my ISFJ friend. While around other types, I honestly feel more hurt than anything after exposing myself. She's one of those people I could just ramble to and feel better afterwards, and so far there's no other type I could think of that lets me do that.... except for 1 extrovert I know.
I'm at my moms for the week right now, and she's ISFJ. We haven't stopped talking yet. It's amazing how many people underestimate her as she's so humble and in the background. Due to circumstances we haven't had a chance to really do this kinda talking that often and I'm utterly blown away by the amount of insight she has into people due to her experience and age and keen observational skills. I'm also trying to teach her something, and am slowly starting to realize that we learn things in completely to opposite way. She needs to first have a simple guide to memorize and understanding will follow, whereas I *need* a full overview on the subject before I can even try and memorize stuff. So different, yet so alike. And so enthusiastic to talk to once they don't have to finish any work (duty first!) as well as a fountain of wisdom. My dad even rolled his eyes that we went upstairs to go to sleep before him and when he got there we were *still* chattering away
It helps that I've got my life sorted out and she's no longer responsible for getting me to do shit with my life, as her way and mine completely clash on that. Now we're just complimentary in an almost insane way with oodles of common ground.