Being a Sigma INFJ by way of psychological testing. I'd like to say a few words. I'm not knocking this video or poster here. I'd like to make that clear. It's actually a very good spot on video! Yet, being an INFJ isn't as glamorous as YouTube videos make it out to be. In some ways it's a curse. Summed up beautifully by John Coffey's quote from The Green Mile novel.
"... I’m tired of people being ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I’m tired of all the times I’ve wanted to help and couldn’t. I’m tired of being in the dark. Mostly it’s the pain. There’s too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can’t.” John Coffey.
Imagine what it's like for me. I meet someone. They're smiling, and we shake hands. We go out for lunch on a date. Spend a few days together. And I can literally read them like a book. Not only see the signs but feel their inner demons, secrets, hidden pain, and the abuse they suffered as children! I start feeling everything. And like it's said in the video. It's not psychic or supernatural. It's pattern reading!
I tend to avoid people as much as possible these days. Because it's too much to bear. The forest and wild places with animals are my ONLY repute! My fortress of solitude, which I'm perfectly happy in and joyously so to be there, is the only place I feel mentally and spiritually at peace and fully charged!
My only goals these days. It is connecting to our Creator/God, for lack of a better term. Through meditation and esoteric mysticism and hermetic philosophy.
My days of trying to be the councilor and advocate are over. I did all that when I was younger. Environmental, Animal Rights, Social and Civil Rights Activists... as well as a half a dozen other activist societies. That's over. The world can't be changed. Humanity is on a course to self-destruction. Pain is rampant in our society, masked with superficial smiles and pretense substance abuse, both legal and illegal.
Like John Coffey said. "I'm tired, Boss. I'm tired."
So if you see some wild man dancing naked under the full moon on some wilderness hilltop under the stars,. Please leave him alone in his happy place. :)
Being an INFJ isn't as glamorous as people believe.
Sincerely, A Satyr in the Deep Woods.
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