So sad, and yet so true.
You know you're an INFJ when you got dragged in with a few "friends" (more like begrudging acquaintances) to see the second Transformers movie, thought it was a completely idiotic train wreck of a film with overdone special effects and absolutely no plausibility or substance in the storyline, with one obnoxiously bad joke/asinine situation followed by another, and made that opinion known to said "friends" (and only because they sort of prodded it out of you, already expecting you to have hated it). Unsurprised, those same "friends" interpret that as further proof that you are some kind of miserable ogre that dislikes EVERYTHING in this world (including, oddly enough, actual GOOD movies, which aren't really that common, as opposed to fucktarded flavor-of-the-month summer blockbusters made to service the lowest common denominator of modern American stupidity). When you come home, your manly-man dad finds out you (surprise!) didn't like the movie, and similarly interprets this as evidence that you despise every little thing on this earth that moves, except he knows you better (or thinks he does) and also lets you know this as further evidence that the rest of your life is going to be EPIC FAIL. The next day you examine the Rotten Tomatoes page for Transformers 2, see that the vast majority of movie critics have exactly the same opinion of this stinker as you do, and feel somewhat vindicated. Ultimately, though, this is no consolation, since nobody frankly ever cared in the first place.
*Sigh* End of rant...
It's not like I consciously pick a movie apart though... I just come out hating it and not really knowing how to explain why - and not really caring to. Thank the heavenlies for RT!!! I know I'm gonna adore a movie if RT loves it AND it's a box office hit. There are probably only one or two films I like that RT doesn't speak too well of.
I think INFJ's tend to have high standards for everything though
