Lies. Most of my closest friends are INFPs and they're fucking amazing. Two of them happen to struggle with depression and I love them all the same. The INFPs in my life seem so human. What I mean is, they are so authentic and unapologetically real with who they are, and I accept that. Almost all of my INFP friends have attempted to apologize to me on one occasion or another for doing some they deemed "stupid" or "selfish". I have to stop them in their tracks, it isn't even that I want to spare they feelings, they often haven't done anything wrong. On the flip side, I find myself apologizing and then they assure me that I haven't done anything wrong. I freaking love INFPs and I wish the beauty I see in them could be openly shared with the rest of the world.