“Pass me that book, I don’t want to get up”
“I was researching”
“Do people really do that?”
“Don’t worry, I have a plan”
“I had things to do”
“I should probably clean my room I didn’t realise it was this messy”
“I don’t care”
“I need to think”
“I’m sorry I won’t come to the party but I don’t work well when sleep deprived”
INTJ: *explains a thing* Person: I don’t get it. INTJ: *heavy sigh* INTJ: okay. INTJ: *explains slower and more broken down* Person: Yeah, I still don’t get it. INTJ: *flips table* INTJ: Then you’re doomed, Billy. INTJ: DOOMED.
I don’t like to show emotion, but not because I’m afraid to. I’m actually comfortable with my emotions, and I can be very emotional. I don’t show it because I feel like I’d be giving up an intimate part of myself to people who will only leave. Why be personal when they won’t stick around? I can handle my own emotions, and I appreciate privacy. I’ll open up emotionally when someone special and deserving comes along. Be careful who you’re transparent with; they don’t deserve that much of you.
INTJ: Goddamn these people are all fuck ups. *Deep sigh* With regret I must tell you all that you are fucking up, and I’m going to take care of things now. INTJ: *Becomes Dictator* INTJ: Fuck I have a group project, okay you fuck ups, this is how its going down so I only have to see you all once. INTJ: Who ever invented Googledocs is my new lover. INTJ: What are you doing? INTJ: THAT IS NOT EFFICIENT HERE LET ME SHOW YOU INTJ: Frankly, I think you’re a moron. INTJ: Actually nope, I’m not going to…goddamnit okay this is how you’re going to do it. INTJ: Don’t bother me….why am I answering your questions. INTJ: I just really wanted to sit in my room today and think…but…okay fine… INTJ: This is the last time I ever get involved with a project…. INTJ: No, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m not highly qualified for this at all, I mean look at me…I’m pretty basic…goddamnit. INTJ: I don’t know anything about that subject… INTJ: This is why I stopped caring about people in the first place. INTJ: Sigh…okay…only this once though.
The thing is, Intj secretly wants someone to love them unconditionally but they are afraid to let others know that at the same time. It seemed like a weakness to them. And being weak is not in their dictionary
I’ve never understood the need for people to identify as something. I am the collection of thousands of experiences, stories, ideas, and the influences of my peers and family, but none of those could suffice to describe me. I am that I am and no identification will ever encompass that.