Hahahahaha... the INFP loop. I so want to elaborate on that, because remembering a convo with my ISTJ is making me laugh. I'm sure you all will appreciate it because you've all been there.
ISTJ: I'm starved. Wanna go get some food?
Me: Yeah, I'm really hungry, too.
ISTJ: Where do you want to go?
Me: I don't care.
ISTJ: *sighs... knowing the loop is about to happen* Me neither.
Me: You pick.
ISTJ: No... you pick. I picked the last thousand times.
Me: I really don't care.
ISTJ: I don't either. You're picking this time.
Me: Well, what are you in the mood for?
ISTJ: *in her hysterical high-pitched voice she gets when irritated* I don't care! Just pick a place!
Me: Okay, let's get Chinese.
ISTJ: Yayy! :D Okay! I love Chinese!
Me: *debating whether or not she really wants Chinese or if she is just being accommodating to what I want... and I really want Chinese* No... let's go get Mexican.
ISTJ: Oh my God...
Hahaha... that was the conversation I had with her regarding food when I hung out with her last. We finally pulled in to a Chinese restaurant (like... the parking lot... not IN the restaurant), but at the end, she decided that Mexican sounded awesome. Plus, they have raspberry margaritas. See. We INFPs are psychic.
... is that the flakiness everyone is talking about? Cause, if so, I never realised how flaky I am. :x