The other day I was stuck in self absorption, inactivity, and worry about 'meaning'. (Par for the course in the life of and INFP person with depressive tendencies). So there was nothing else to do but become ESTJ for a day. I didn't really have to do all the ESTJ things. Just the idea of it cheered me up. That's the thing about being INFP - ideas can cheer you up without you having to do anything, though I did nip across the road like an extravert to ask a favour of a neighbour. That was the turning point.
If I hadn't cheered up as quickly, I would have called a friend (instead of relying on myself), focused on what was in front of me (instead of on troublesome abstractions), changed my thinking about something (instead of focusing on my troublesome feelings), and executed a plan (instead of dwelling in troublesome open-endedness).
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(I'm no longer taking morning and evening photos as I was in 2012. It takes up too much time so it's Google Images for a while.)
Good night.
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Hah, love the images.
ReplyDeleteI have been doing a lot of un-INFJ things in the holidays. I'm not exactly sure what category they fall under, but it usually means I'm doing a lot more "productive" stuff and a lot less thinking/feeling/being sensitive.
But as Xena and Kurt Vonnegut said: "you are what you pretend to be". So I need to be careful that I don't spend so much time pretending to be something else that I lose my INFJ self.
You'll never lose your INFJ self! Glad to hear you're being productive though. Feel good? I'll come over to your cyberplace to see what you've been doing.
ReplyDeleteHi Ann, Just wandering around in your blog. Thank you for reading mine on "Choosh"! (How did you find it?) Anyway, this post of yours just made me laugh. I'm an INFJ. I get so exhausted when I have to be E and frustrated when people force me to adapt to their Pness, but sometimes it is a useful exercise :-) Do you live in Australia?
ReplyDeleteHi Gretchen,
ReplyDeleteNice to have you wandering around. I honestly can't remember how I found your blog. I think you were on someones bloglist, on someone's bloglist, on someone's bolglist, if you know what I mean. I related to your thoughts and the beauty of your blog - must be the INF connection.
Yes, I am in Australia.