Life of an INFJ...
That one week where you have it all together: Your papers are alphabetically filed. Your closet is colour coded. Your house is clean and your schedule is firmly in mind. A-type personality all the way.
Fuck, shit, Hell. You don’t know what happened. Because now it’s that week where you can’t seem to breathe. You need out, you need something different and fun and sensory. You go out every night, get zero sleep and all your friends are ecstatic that you are coming out for once.
*This is a week of excesses. Too much caffeine, too much alcohol, too little sleep and too much extroverting. Bad decisions, impulsive behaviour, yes please.
But suddenly without warning, you close your front door, look around and see that your house is a wreck and you can’t remember if you ate last week. This is the week you need to introvert. You tidy up, finally sit down in your favourite chair and try to make sense of your life, all those thoughts in your head need to be processed and made sense of. People text and phone, but you need some quiet now.
*Big life decisions are often made in this week. Warning: Brooding, melancholy and meaningful music choices often abound in this phase. Beware of intensely deep thoughts and overanalyzing
And then you wake up to a clear mind and an organized closet again, schedule firmly in mind. Life is calling and you have responsibilities.
The endless cycles of a INFJ’s life….