Am I the only one among the INFP tribe that does not feel like a cuddly, cute misfit? I do not mean to insult the mode of life that other people employ, but since I started lurking this forum, I have noticed that we INFPs are somehow viewed as timid bouncing creatures who live only to inspire “Oos” and “Aahs”. I fail to see how any of my fellow Fi wielders can feel as helpless as I read in some of these entries. My heart breaks for you... And the anger of furious indignation surges from the wound hot and true!
Let those you love not use you for your natural kindness... And let them not call you foolish.
They call us dreamers! Well yes people knew the real meaning of dreaming there would be no problem. Yet the connotation of foolish fantasy clings to context. Martin Luther King was a dreamer and so was Mahatma Gandhi, along with everybody else who created any movement for the whole purpose of humanitarian advancement. When I visualize these people, I see nothing short of the most pure strength that any human can attain; The fortitude to stand your moral ground and push forth, whatever the obstacle.
Enriched by the concept of Myers Briggs, I am able to look back at my life and see how the abstract ideals of honesty, courage, strength and empathy, the true form of my particular Fi, held me, like pillars, steady at the sight of any obstacle. I feel that nothing can ever make me feel insecure as long as a hold at my own self discovered center. Not the opinion of other people, not the barrel of a gun.
Anybody else feel a similar thunder of emotion in their heart?
Let those you love not use you for your natural kindness... And let them not call you foolish.
They call us dreamers! Well yes people knew the real meaning of dreaming there would be no problem. Yet the connotation of foolish fantasy clings to context. Martin Luther King was a dreamer and so was Mahatma Gandhi, along with everybody else who created any movement for the whole purpose of humanitarian advancement. When I visualize these people, I see nothing short of the most pure strength that any human can attain; The fortitude to stand your moral ground and push forth, whatever the obstacle.
Enriched by the concept of Myers Briggs, I am able to look back at my life and see how the abstract ideals of honesty, courage, strength and empathy, the true form of my particular Fi, held me, like pillars, steady at the sight of any obstacle. I feel that nothing can ever make me feel insecure as long as a hold at my own self discovered center. Not the opinion of other people, not the barrel of a gun.
Anybody else feel a similar thunder of emotion in their heart?