INTJs Doomed By Design?

INTJs doomed by design?

stlsrr submitted: Hello, Harsh title i know, but its the best to describe what im about to express. Its not long ago i found out about my INTJ character, though to my surprise it explained a lot! The way i acted and reacted to specific situations, my love for solitude, not much talking etc… you probably are aware of these things. But its the first time I was justified by knowing that. The reason was simply, that when you are the ONLY one to act differently (not akward) and EVERY single person you know to judge you and turn against what you are you begin to doubt your self and your ways. Though that is very painful thing to do because deep in you you know you are acting in a “correct” way that asides morality and happines of your self. INTJs love to have it rough, indeed we adore challenge, but this is something way different. Despite i dont wish to write about me self rather to express my ideas i have to say that my life the past few years been … lets just say not to pretty. Both my actions and my luck costed me and made me lose a lot. Thought that’s one of my biggest debates as an INTJ. Did i brought it upon my self or just people behaviors did? In other words cant an INTJ ever avoid this presure about their “inner be” I havent met any other INTJ , the closest i got is an ENTJ ( a Godsent gift!!!) , and because of that i havent the slightest idea how other INTJs deal with their lives. Me , as an INTJ tend to have most of the characterists that make a person of that temperament to be jugded as wierd, loner, sarcastic, selfish and many more, but i Never let that to take me down. There were many times i trully wanted to give in my nature and be sarcastic, snobbish, through my ingenius ways i could be extremly evil and revengeful. But i withhold my self. Due to my evolved sensing and feeling I wanted to like people, to respect, appreciate and accept them for what they are. I was by their side in their darkest hours, i was always looking for the goodness in them…

I’m not sure if that was a mistake but defently people never apreciated the efford and value i gave em. I never asked and gotten nothing in return rather a cold and unfair behavior by them. I dont know what caused that and i dont know who to blame, but i all know is that it made me more cold and less expressive. After two years of extreme conditions i was tired to withhold over and over again and again… I wasnt aware of how i could reacted through a very negative perspective on life. Long story short very outraging. I started to defend my self againt others will to change me. Are INTJs so … violent as in terms of self preservation ? That time i figured that not only people were afraid of me and started to respect me but as well i met my capabilities, something that made me afraid of living through a negative side. So my points out of all the above are: Do INTJs have it rough in their lives? and if so how should they react? Respect towrds others? Or their selves? ( I believe both isnt an acceptable anwser as we are people of edges, the is no shades of grey in our lives, just black and white) Should an INTJ show compassion and patience for what people are or simply people brought it to them selves (Our reaction to their actions)? For the same as we INTJs want to be accepted as we are , i believe we should show some but… im out of alternatives, they just dont accept us. And as the title suggest are INTJs doomed by design? How can a person thats destined to see and fix mistakes to ever find peace and happiness in such a flawed world? Thanks for reading and thanks for any kind of reply.

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3 years ago

“I’ve got nothing to say but it’s okay.”

— The Beatles, Good Morning, Good Morning

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3 years ago

“If you’re going through hell, keep going.”

— Winston Churchill

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3 years ago

“The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”

— Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

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3 years ago

“Sometimes letting go is the only way to find out who you’re meant to hold on to.”

— J. Sterling, The Perfect Game

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4 years ago

In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.

- Friedrich Nietzsche

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4 years ago

I have cried more than a few times today and we both ask myself, what is wrong?

Well, I am looking at myself waiting for the answer, I seem unable to conceive that it is I who is supposed to speak, I who is supposed to know.

I don’t know.

I look at myself expecting an answer but the mirror doesn’t flinch.

I have to be smart and I have to be different or nothing will have meaning, but already nothing means anything so why this desire to be apart from everyone while crying out: why am I apart from everyone?

I don’t know if I like the things I like or I just think I do, if who I am is who I really am or who I think I am supposed to be.

I am my best friend but that is only because I have no other friends.

I feel light years away from everyone else but I feel galaxies away from myself.

I want to be everything so much that I end up being less than nothing.

You can’t replace all the blood in a person.

Do you know what that means?

I burst into tears at signs of tenderness and I live a new life every day, I feel more the character than the actor, I feel more the actor than myself.

I cry at fictional scenarios and I joy in thoughts of strangers, yet I cannot call my friends back or reply to a single text.

It seems instead of finding love I find new colors of sorrow, new ways to cry and new languages in which to say it hurts.

Do my words mean something even if I don’t?

I don’t. I don’t.

I am tired of categorizing my emotions as symptoms.

Everything I’ve ever written is the same thing, repeated.

You can guess it by now.

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4 years ago

03/25/2021+03/26/2021

The unconscious act of clinging to one’s tangible emotions removes all possibility of these coming into existence.

The backwards law plays a paramount role in these cases.

Trying to draw out something,which not even the owner can feel on command is foolish.

It’s like stomping on the ground and then start fishing,meanwhile believing to go home with a handful of goods.

To actually be able to accomplish what you set out to do,you have to immerse yourself in the environment and follow where the current brings you.

Then,and only then,the reward will come to you.

The focus should not be one’s own emotions,and therefore not even themselves as a person.

Shifting it on a purpose beside that which has been the constant object of such attention,would prove benefiting for the primary objective itself.

For one to receive love,they must first know how it would feel before being able to open the doors to it.

By bestowing close ones with your own small acts of love,each in their different shape,will open the one-sided path of love.

Do not covet from others what you have never given to them.

INTJs Doomed By Design?

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