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Oh...I'm not the only crazy, neurotic INFJ out there![]()
Hehe. I wear my neuroticism with style and a smug smile

Oh...I'm not the only crazy, neurotic INFJ out there![]()
Then you ritualistically destory such artifacts when the relationships ends![]()
When you erase and retype every line in a three-paragraph reply before you post it. The process of which often takes around three or four hours...at least.
And also, when the response happens to be delayed for some reason, you come up with all sorts of scenarios about why there is no response yet. And you check your phone/mailbox/whatever several times during the day.
you know you're an INFJ when after the delay in response you go back and re-read what you wrote with a fine tooth comb looking for any offensive/misconstrued material that may have caused said delay in response.
Spot on!!! And after doing that you still come up with different scenarios about how this will all turn out. The positive, negative, neutral, whatever. You've got all covered.
Oh yes. I type most of my posts in word so it can catch my errors. Then I reread, edit, erase, rewrite, cut and paste. I'm so glad it's not just me.
Then comes my mini heart attack at pressing the submit reply button.
Hehe. I wear my neuroticism with style and a smug smile![]()
When you can say "well, we all make mistakes" to others but sometimes even a little mistake you make at work causes you hours of agony, and you begin to wonder if you are actually dumb.
When you buy a whole sack of potatoes because you are going to eat healthier, then throw most of them out 3 weeks later all the while cussing yourself out because other people are starving and it's not like you can afford to throw food out anyway.
You know you're an INFJ when your co-workers think you're the "quiet, brainy person that doesn't like to smile, or smiles for inexplicable reasons", with not the smallest understanding of who you actually are.
+1 to both. I actually need to toss half a bag of potatoes out, but I'm still trying to find a way to use them. I'm thinking with a little work, I can clean them up enough to make a potato salad. I REALLY hate throwing food out.
You know you're an INFJ when someone you know gets INFJ on an online test, and you know there's no possible way they could be with as loud, abrasive, and messy as they are, especially when you feel almost no connection to them personally. Then you start to feel jealous that everyone will start seeing you as less unique because they scored INFJ.
You know your INFJ when you have a stash of music no one else knows you have or listen to
When for no apparent reason you look at a stranger to find they are looking straight at you, and it happens often.
If your cell phone changes ringtones more often than you do your socks. Or the opposite: it uses the same generic ringtone it came with because you hated the preloaded tones, and the ones your provider offers aren't much better.