Hmm I know I have been INFJ for years. Despite taking the test numerous times I've always been INFJ. So yeah since you're getting this reply from me, I assure you INFJ guys are real. :tongue:Honestly, in real life i have only knowingly met 2 INFJs and they are all female. I know there are some of you males out there. Can you guys reassure me? also maybe give me some tips on how to tell if someone is an INFJ without asking them.
noooo, first of all because I'm tall so I can't hide in corners very wellthe problem is INFJs don't really like appearing in public. If they do, they are usually the reserved and quiet ones hiding in some corner trying to avoid attention.
I don't talk to people in the gym. :tongue:I go from INFJ to INFP.
Vizier is correct. We don't go out very often. For instance, today I went to the gas station, got my truck washed, then to the liquor store, the gym, grabbed some dinner (General Tao's), stopped at the grocery store and then went home.
The only time I talked to someone was at the gym.
Well I must be very much more aloof than you. I usually stick to the same place or routine for years. In this case the gym. In all my time there I've never made any effort to speak to the people there. I think I just cannot bear to have conversation that involves the comparison of body parts or training methods because it just bores the hell out of me. And since I'm there to get the job done, philosophical discourses would only delay me from doing so.Normally, I don't either, but I've been a member for a while and know most of the people who work out there.
Usually had the second expression most of the time. People would ask me why I was glaring at them-I look sad
usually two types:
-Sad in the sense I've been wronged (pouty lips).
-Sad that the world had to end, beginning and ending with the stare of grim resolution. (This is what I consider the "INFJ" look). I find people ask me what's wrong more often in this state than in pouty-land.
-When I don't look sad, i.e. smiling, my eyes remain unchanged.