Saving the World: the True Meaning of INFP

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We are the INFP, the super sensitive.

We can hear what others can’t hear. We can see what others can’t see. We can feel what others can’t – or won’t – feel!

We are the happiness seekers, truth tellers and listeners. We dig through the dirt of our minds, battle our skeletons and toil in our emotions so that eventually, we have a million lifetimes worth of knowledge, a connection to our souls and hearts so deep that others can’t compare.

And so we eventually take that knowledge, spin it around and learn how to convey our findings to the rest of the world so that we can prevent the decay and downfall of our fellow man.

And dammit, it doesn’t come without it’s burdens! We experience the pain of depression, the agony of self-doubt and that ever present feeling of being totally and completely stuck – shackled to a world that we don’t understand and that doesn’t seem to understand us either!

We fight that world, we fight with our egos and we say:

“God dammit, the world doesn’t seem to care about me, why should I care about it?!?”

Because we simply have to. That is infused in our souls. We can be as negative, as cranky or as pained as we want.

Our egos can make us do crazy shit like drugs, drink our minds into quiet states and pretend we don’t care.

But we do. We really do. Now more than ever. And we always will.

Let’s find ways to make the world a better place for everyone and fight our inner critics. Let’s tell the inner critics to go to hell and speak up anyway. Let’s show the world what we see. Let’s show them the potential of the world around us. Let’s show them a perfect world and get them to help us create it!

Are you with me? Comment below and let me know!

RIP Robin Williams

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I am, to say the least, very sad as I read the news about Robin Williams passing away.

I’m not sure if he’s an INFP or not. But one thing’s for sure, he was himself.

And as INFPs, we struggle to be ourselves, yet fit in.

This man took what was given to him and made millions of people happy over the course of his 63 years on Earth. Isn’t that what INFPs were put here to do?

Unfortunately, being unique does seem to come with a price. He had his dark side, his drug abuse, alcoholism and depression. Ugh, I know them well.

I watched his most recent comedy, The Crazy Ones. I could tell he put a lot of his heart into it. I could tell he put a lot of him into it. And when it was cancelled I could just think about how much it must have sucked to have it cancelled.

Alas, my friends. We put ourselves out there. We wear our hearts on our sleeves, almost literally. We must nurture our hearts and be careful not to let toxic thoughts into our minds.

Surround yourself with positivity. Be a good person. Entertain your friends and the world with your true, goofy nature. And don’t let bad things like this stop you from living. Please stay strong and safe.

I love you INFPs!

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“It Beats Working in an Office”

We had a friend doing construction on our house this weekend. She used to work at a design firm but quit to become a contractor. I asked if she likes the company she works for and she said “it beats the office.” Yeah.

I want to be somewhere, doing something too. I want to use my body instead of having my muscles atrophying. I want to swing a hammer and lift things. I want to let my body do what it was used for.

It reminded me of Office Space:
http://youtu.be/_IwzZYRejZQ
Remember how Peter felt when he was finally free?

It also reminded me of some Macklemore lyrics from the song Jimmy Iovine. It’s a fictional account of sneaking into a record label where he’s going to demand a contract at gun-point. He gets upstairs and can’t believe the reality of what is essentially office life, even at an “artistic business” (paradox?):

“But it’s weird,
It’s like this room I walked into is unusual
Thought it would be shining and beautiful
Thought it would be alive and like musical
But it feels like someone died, it’s got the vibe of a funeral
There’s numbers on a chalkboard
CDs boxed in cardboard
Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Graphic designers are sitting around
Waiting for albums that never come out
Complainin’ that they have nobody in house
Wonderin’ what they make art for”

At the end of the song, he ends up turning down the contract because he realizes record labels rip off the artists. The last line of the song is

“I’d rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.”

If only I knew then what I know now 🙂

What do you think of office life? How would you describe it to someone who’s never had an office job?