Hello, hello! Absolutely I can. I’ve been really excited about this one for a bit, actually. Ou^
INFJ makes his way down a narrow hallway of the party host’s house. As he passes a slightly ajar door, he hears a soft sobbing. Looking through the crack of this door, he spots INFP sitting against the wall of the bathroom, crying into her hands. INFJ knocks softly and lets himself in before she can answer.
INFP: I’m– I’m sorry, do you need the bathroom?
INFJ: No, I–
INFP: I’ll just leave, here you can have it. *Heads toward the door*
INFJ: Are you okay?
INFP: *Turns around in confusion, rubbing her eyes*
INFJ: Are you okay?
INFP: Yeah… I’m fine.
INFJ: Are you sure?
INFJ: I mean… you’re not very happy.
INFJ: I can listen if you want. I know it’s hard if you don’t have anyone to talk to.
INFJ: *Sits down against the wall and taps the floor next to him*
INFJ: I don’t mind.
INFP: *Glances at the door*
INFP: What if… someone, you know, has to go?
INFJ: There’s a bathroom upstairs, too.
INFP: *Sits down next to INFJ*
INFP: I helped start a little club with some of my friends.
INFP: We all like to write. So, we centered it around there… and for the past few days, we’ve been writing poetry. Then, we all share our poems in this little circle.
INFP: And when I was done reading my poem to them, everything seemed fine.
INFP: Well, what they said seemed fine. But the way the said it… didn’t sound real. Like they were trying to pacify me. But I went against my better judgment and brushed it off because they were my friends.
INFP: And later… I was about to catch up with them to hang out and I heard them talking about how awful I was at writing!
INFP brakes down into tears again and covers her face again. INFJ reaches over and softly rubs her back.
INFP: And it’s like– I work so hard on the things I create! It was my idea to bring us all together and share our writing and, I just–
INFP: Why would they go along with all of it just to laugh at me behind my back?! I thought we were getting along great; I thought we were learning a lot about each others’ way of expression and…
INFP: I thought we were friends.
INFJ: You know… you’re going to meet a lot of people like that.
INFJ: People who put you down and laugh about you because they don’t have anything better to do. And it’s awful, you’re right.
INFJ: But there’s two things that I want you to know.
INFP: *Looks up with tears still running down her face*
INFJ: 1.) You’ll learn to grow stronger with this over time. You’ll learn to build your confidence and understand that just because someone laughs at what you write, or just because they make fun of it, doesn’t mean they’re right. You have to. If you don’t, you’ll always be hurting because of those things they say. You can use it as motivation to continue writing. To show them that you don’t care what they say because you don’t write for them. You write for yourself. For creation. For inspiration.
INFJ: 2.) You’ll learn to spot these kinds of toxic people sooner. And then you’ll know to avoid them because you don’t need that kind of negativity. Trust me, not everyone is that antagonistic. You’ll meet people who will be by your side every step of the way; who will encourage you and constructively criticize you because they care about your growth.
INFJ: But you’ll need to experience things, and be sad, and toughen up for that to happen. It’ll be worth it, though. I can tell you that much.
INFJ: You’ve got to realize that while these things are unfortunate, not learning to grow and adapt with them is even less so. You can’t control others’ actions, but you can control your own and your perceptions and interpretations. That’s not to say that people, or even I, won’t be there for you for emotional support; but there’s always something you can do to better the situation for yourself.
INFP: Thank you…
INFP: I think I’m going to get some fresh air, though. I’d like to get away from all of the… loudness of the party out there.
INFJ: Would you like me to come with you?
INFP: That… that would be really nice.
INFJ: Okay. You find your way out into the backyard and I’ll get us something cold to drink. Help you calm down a little bit.
INFP: Yes… yes, okay.
INTP is the only person in the backyard. He is looking up toward the night sky, examining the stars and the clouds, while speaking out loud.
INTP: Honestly, how did they ever come up with the constellations? Looking at most of them, they consist of only a few stars; how they managed to turn them into scorpions and centaurs is beyond me.
INTP: Although, I have to give them credit. Nobody was lacking creativity back then.
INTP: Well, I shouldn’t say that. People don’t change. I’m sure there were plenty of unoriginal flops back then just like the ones that are here. Maybe creativity was appreciated more back then. But then again, maybe I’m just in the wrong place.
INTP: I shouldn’t get condescending about this. The world needs all kinds of people, even if we don’t all get along or understand each other. Maybe the people I dislike are serving some other kind of purpose that I’ll never know.
INTP: But what kind of purpose? Using that language sounds like it’s inherently religious, for some reason. But it doesn’t have to be, of course.
The sliding door to the backyard opens and INFP walks in on INTP’s monologue.
INTP: *Sits up in shock* Oh!
INFP: I didn’t realize anyone was out here.
INFP: Sorry, sorry, go back to your talk, you guys!
INFP: Wait a minute…
INFP: Is it just you?
INTP: How much of that did you hear?
INFP: I first remember “creativity was appreciated more back then”.
INFP: Were you… you know.
INTP: Sometimes I just like to think out loud.
INTP: Is that a problem?
INFP: No, no, of course not!
INTP: …It’s not?
INFP: No, no.
INFP: Sometimes I do it, too.
INFP: It’s just easier to let your thoughts are come out at once, sometimes, you know? Like, your thoughts move so fast that you just jump from one thing to the next, that you kind of need to vocalize them, or something.
INTP: I think it helps keep the thoughts on track, too. Even though I jump around a lot from one to the next, it makes them more… real, in a way. It helps me develop the important ones and set aside the more irrelevant ones.
INFP: Err. Well…
INFP: I mean, I don’t think there’s a such thing as an irrelevant thought. Do you?
INTP: *Looks around the yard, confused*
INTP: What are you doing out here, anyway?
INFP: I left the actual party because it was getting too hectic. A friend… or, well, someone I met is coming out in a minute with some drinks for me and him.
INFP: Unless we’re bothering you.
INTP: It’s not like I’ve monopolized the backyard.
INTP: You’re interesting, though. Care to sit down over here until he gets back?
INFP: Um. Sure.
INTP: I mean, you’re not going back in there, are you? Might as well finish this conversation while we wait.
INTJ is sitting near the sink in the kitchen. She sits on a stool with her elbows resting on the counter, looking out at the main activity in the living room. She is completely motionless, with a neutral expression on her face. INFJ reaches the sink with two yet to be filled cups. He stares at her as he fills up the first cup.
INTJ: Do you need something?
INFJ: You look like you’re in deep thought.
INTJ: Not as deep as you’d think.
INFJ: What are you doing?
INFJ: Oh? What, exactly?
INTJ: The way they interact. The way so many people miscommunicate in these distracting parties and still manage to exist contently with one another.
INFJ: *Begins filling the second cup*
INFJ: You’re interested in social situations, too?
INTJ: You could say that. It’s a system that is vastly misinterpreted by everyone inside of it. Yet, to an outsider like myself, I see everything that happens.
INFJ: *Leans on the counter near INTJ after filling the second cup*
INFJ: It’s interesting to think that after everyone goes home today, they will each have their own memories of tonight. Some of them will be almost unrecognizably different from another’s.
INTJ: Because of their individual interactions and miscommunications.
INFJ: Well, yes, those too.
INTJ: *Look at INFJ*
INFJ: But also because of their value systems.
INFJ: Some people may have very similar stories in terms of events because they were together most of the time, but the time spent on each part may be contrasting because of what the moments mean to them.
INTJ: That’s an interesting perspective. I hadn’t thought of it that way.
INFJ: The same applies to me.
INFJ: *Picks up cups and begins walking away*
INTJ: Where are you going?
INFJ: Backyard; it’s quiet out there and someone is waiting for me.
INFJ: I don’t mind if you come along. She might, but it couldn’t hurt to try.
The four of them become acquainted in the backyard and end up discussing multiple topics, ranging from deep and serious to hyperbolic and silly.
INTP: The way I see it, there are certainly some thoughts that are more important than others.
INFP: Of course there are! I mean, what I think about my future is definitely more important than what I think about–
INTJ: INTP’s future.
INTP: I did nothing to you.
INFJ: Hehe, INTJ, that was harsh.
INTP: It’s okay. The joke is on INTJ because little does she know that in the future, I’ll have built my own time machine to come back and exact revenge on her for that.
INTJ: I’m waiting.
INFP: INTP, can I come back with you on your time machine trip?
INTP: Maybe. I can’t promise you anything yet.
INTJ: You’ll have to build it first.
INFJ: Would building a time machine just to spite INTJ be the best reason to do so?
INTJ: It’s a reason.
INTJ: And I’m flattered.
INFP: If you guys had one time to go to through a time machine, where would you go?
INFP: I wouldn’t want to go too far and find out a ton of stuff because I wouldn’t want to spoil everything, but I’d at least like to know if I’m okay.
INFJ: What do you mean by “okay”?
INFP: Just, you know, to make sure that I end up happy with whatever happens. I don’t really care what my future is like as long as I’m content with it.
INTJ: That sounds hedonistic.
INFJ: It sounds humanistic. It’s only human to want to be content.
INTP: It’s logical.
INTP: If you’re not okay with yourself then… what are you doing?
INTJ: But to be happy at all costs doesn’t sound healthy.
INFJ: I think it’s safe to say that if INFP were to gain at the extreme expense of another person, she wouldn’t be happy.
INFP: I mean, I wasn’t really thinking that far into it, INTJ! I just want a nice future and adulthood.
INTP: Analysis is all INTJ knows.
INTJ: I see we have shifted to picking on me, then.
INTP: I’ll make you a deal.
INFP: INTJ, here INTP out!
INTP: If you agree to travel back in time with me from the future and humor me on something, there will be no more nitpicking.
INTJ: And if I refuse?
INTP: Then I’ll come back by myself, and me and my future self will double team you.
INFJ: INTJ, INTP isn’t messing around. You might want to agree.
INFJ: For the peace and harmony of us all.
INTJ: What am I humoring you on?
INTP: We’ll come back to this point in time, speak to the four of us for a moment, then I’m going to ask you a question right before we leave.
INTJ: And the question is?
INTP: “INTJ, where are we going, now?”
INFJ: Oh god.
INTJ: “Back to the Future.”
INFJ: NO GOD WHY.
INTP: You are the best person.
INFJ: That was horrendous.
INFJ: You know, if we’re going to answer this question seriously, I would go back to a time where I was surrounded like the people at the party in there.
INFJ: That way, I could watch myself interact and see how many misconceptions there are that I and everyone else missed all because we were immersed in the action!
INFP: Would you try to change anything?
INTJ: Changing things never works out in anyone’s favor. I’d avoid it.
INTP: To answer seriously myself, I would go to a few different points of my life, very briefly, to watch myself to see if my demeanor changes. To watch how my interactions change with any specific person.
INTJ: I would predict my own future, then go to a certain point to see if it came true.
INTJ: Of course, nothing major like who my friends will be – it’s not the most predictable aspect. But say, where I’ll be living by a certain age. If I’m determined enough to be at a certain place at a certain time, then I can make it happen.
INTP: If you predict that you’ll be at a certain place at a certain time, then actively try to fulfill it, you’re not really predicting the future. You’re creating a stable time loop.
INTJ: Not to everyone else’s perspective.
INTP: Except your own. And now our’s, too.
INFJ: Something tells me you guys are going to be the ones to build this time machine.
INFP: Of course they are! They plan on coming back to tell us! Remember?
INTP: We’re actually coming back to make that awesome joke, but we can verify that we’ve also built it, as well.
Not far from the small circle of INXXs, something rustles the leaves of a nearby bush. Nothing can be found because it has gotten too dark to see much further than each person’s face.
INFP: What was that sound?
INTJ: It’s probably just a squirrel.
INTP: Oh, no. I know what it is.
INFJ: No, INTP.
INTP: It’s a who.
INTP: *Looks INTJ sternly in the eye*
INTP: It’s us.
This got waaaaaaaay longer than I expected. This is probably the longest one I’ve ever done. I enjoyed it a lot though. Can’t you tell?