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INFJ: Do You See Me?

As an INFJ, the greatest gift you can give me is your awareness.  Do not hear me incorrectly – I do not just mean your time.  Time is precious, and I value the gift of it above most others, but it is not the greatest treasure.  Your true attention, your awareness of the little things about me, the nuances that most people will never pay attention to is richer than gold. Your effort to notice the things I do not say, the minute details that truly comprise me tell me that you care, that I am worth going reaching beyond, doing more, and that is the best gift of all.

I am a walking contradiction.  All INFJs are, in one degree or another.  I do not need to be the center of attention, yet I love to perform.  I love solitude, yet I need human connection more than food or drink.  I seem confident, and I am – yet I am utterly unsure of myself, and I need to feel that someone believes in me.  I am constantly testing, constantly trying out minor changes, little things, to see if anyone notices.  You can say it’s manipulative; you can say it’s unhealthy.  I say it’s true.  If you really cared, you would notice without me telling you.  If you really knew me, you would see what I’m doing.  If…

People bustle through their lives, so overwhelmed with their own concerns, their own worries, their own cell phone screens that they have little time to pay attention to the people around them.  Certainly, the demands of responsibility - spouses that expect, children that demand, jobs that require – draw their attention.  But in the end, we are all inevitably tied to ourselves. We don’t truly see the people around us.  INFJs are no different, no matter if they’re called “HSP” or “Empath.”  We are still stuck in our heads, selfish and limited. But we are also impossibly connected. When we interact with someone, no matter how casually, we pick up every nuance.  Our awareness is engaged in a way beyond that of most others.  We see.  We notice. We connect, whether we want to or not.

And somehow, no matter how certainly we know it is unfair, we want someone to do the same for us. We want someone to notice the fact that our smile doesn’t touch our eyes and know that we’re tired.  We want someone to notice that we haven’t eaten in 2 days and to care.  We want someone to see the tension in the way we hold our shoulders and know we have a headache.  We want someone to see the wonder in our face and take the responsibility we carry so that we can go forget the world.  

It is rare that anyone does those things.  An intrinsic part of being an INFJ is moving through a world of people who are all sure they know you.  Sure they know what you want or think or like.  Most of them see their own reflection in your mirroring skills. They see a better version of themselves, not you.  That makes them like their perception of you, but means their confidence is misplaced. They don’t really know anything about you.  We grow tired of that, yet we learn to accept it.  We treasure the gift of time, and appreciate the affirmation of others’ image of who we are.  

But that affirmation does not reach deep because it is not truly an acknowledgement of who we are. That takes more.  That takes the effort, the attention.  It takes the power of conversation without distraction. It takes the ability to read the subtle things, the things I will never tell you, and know what they mean.  It takes the willingness to know me, and the intuition to read between the lines that have been redacted by my fear, shame, and self doubt.  That care is the greatest gift of all, the treasure without price.  

-by Wendy Neeld

To most of us, kpop is more than just music, pretty people and an impeccable sense of style. For me, it’s a life saver. I can’t tell you how many times a song has calmed me down, or a video cheered me up while depressed, or a person’s smile has made me smile. It gave me a purpose, a passion, when I had none, when I couldn’t even be bothered to eat my favorite foods. It was an effortless thing to love and care about when I couldn’t love or care about myself. So the next person that laughs at me for liking kpop, I’m gonna shove all the depression, anxiety, suicidal tendencies, panic attacks, paranoia attacks and everything else I suffered without this bit of joy in my life.

Subconsciously something changed

I used to be extremely focused on what I ate and was careful and enjoyed eating very clean, it was out of the norm for most people and they looked at me cause I was the health freak and I loved it. I loved being different.

Or at least I thought I did.

Now I look at food in more disgust than anything. I either binge or don’t eat, the feeling of one extreme to the other; from complete fullness to feeling so hungry I’m going to puke. Idk why I push my body to one extreme to the other.

Somewhere subconsciously something changed and I’m determined to figure it out and make it better for myself and my health.

I want to say there is a chemical imbalance in my brain because I believe in science to back things up like this. Somewhere my body decided “I am deprived and I am going to make you like this”.

I don’t like eating in front of people, food doesn’t taste good to me anymore no matter what it is, I feel like my taste buds died in all honesty.

Why do we as humans sabotage ourselves when we have so much going for us? Humans can be so incredibly powerful but sometimes something happens inside us that we can’t control even when we want to.

I’m the type of person that believes there’s a meaning behind why things happen the way they do and there’s always a lesson so we can grow through the struggle. And I’m taking this as that, I am struggling in life right now but I know once I get past it and manage it it’s like a reach a new level of me. A new level of being and growth as an individual. I will see more clearly and feel wiser.

Until then, I am always continually trying to figure out myself and who I truly am. Why do I do what I do, act the way I act, say the things I say. I find nothing more fascinating than figuring out our own mind and body.

Okay soo i’ve been thinking about the episode where Katara and Sokka meet Bato again and they’re so happy to see family again and get info from their dad and whatnot. 

So like…in the episode, Aang is probably the most childish he’s ever been. He fusses about the food, upset the attention isn’t on him, and even steals mail from Bato because he’s scared they’re gonna leave him. 

Now that the zutara atla trash that i am i’m comparing zuko and aang in these situations on how they handle foreign cultures. Aang completely rejects it, won’t even try the food because it looks and smells funny. When he was actually in the water tribes he never wore their clothes or anything like that (kept himself warm with his airbending), only did things his way and only did what he considered fun…really we don’t see him try to adapt anything of their culture at all (besides waterbending ofc). We didn’t even see him eat the entire time he was in either watertribe. 

Then we have Zuko, a pure firebender and firenation royalty. He doesn’t have to accept shit from others or eat from anywhere else. But he still does! We saw him in the earth kindgom give everything at least a try. Yes he was on the run and a refugee BUT he could very well have acted like aang and rejected everything and complained the entire time, in fact you would expect that more from him, a freakin prince, than a monk. You see Zuko eating at these earth nation restaurants, helping the earth nation locals, even taking care of animals. AAAND you see him implement waterbending techniques not just in his lightening re-directing but his actual fire bending form. 

I just find it so interesting that even though Aang is supposed to be a worldly monk, he’s the spoiled one. and he definitely acts like a spoiled child. Whereas the royal, heir to the throne prince, is actually the more worldy of the two. 

Don’t get me wrong about this because yeah it does seem biased, i love aang, i love all the characters because they’re all so well written, and this is what makes it even more well written! You always see the prince as the immature spoiled brat and the monk/religious character as the mature worldly type that gives everything a chance so it’s also kinda refreshing to notice this realization and role switching!

robotarmsapts  asked:

My Gran loves cabbage(no idea why she does), tried some she boiled once long ago, and it was one of the worst things I've ever tasted in my entire life. It smells like something that should be served to anybody. The Irish in me is just fine with potatoes instead. Just replace the cabbage with potatoes so no one has to suffer.

IT’S SO TERRIBLE IT IS ONE OF THE WORST DISHES IN THE HISTORY OF FOOD WHO SHOVED CABBAGE IN BOILING WATER AND WAS PLEASED WITH THE RESULT ON ANY LEVEL

I loved my grandad more than I will love most people who walk this planet, but for most of his adult life, every weekday night, his dinner was steak with boiled cabbage and potatoes AND I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND.

Giving Thanks...

Plain and simple… I am thankful for the life I lead.  Sure it may not be perfect, it may not be glamorous, it may not be completely void of want but at the end of each day my needs are always covered.  I am thankful for the roof over my head, the food in our pantry, four relatively well-adjusted and healthy kids, a decent job, lots of laughter and most importantly lots of love.  I am thankful for all those people in my life who have always stood alongside me, who shared in the good times and shown compassion and gave me strength during the bad.  I love you all more than words can say.  Happy Thanksgiving.