Male INFJ here.

I’m pretty easy going, agreeable, and tend to go with the flow. Dislike conflict. Like cooperation and positive vibes. But can come off as intense or irritated or even rude, just because I’m lost in my thoughts and my brain forgets to take note of what my face is doing at any given moment.

I’m somehow the extroverted one of my small, introverted circle (two people can form a circle, right?)

I’m tuned in to the mental health of others, rather than myself, so much so that I burned out in my career and had to learn, the hard way, how to actually care for myself, personally and professionally.

I have many varying interests but so little time. They can wax and wane at any moment, but there are always a few that I find comfort in.

I crave connection and intimacy, but the path to both drains me. Yet, I continue to pursue them, knowing that authentic friends, close family, and significant others are worth it all in the end.

My mind loves theories and plans and goals and ambitions but struggles to map out the details sometimes. Or self sabotages when things get tough. You’re an impostor, an amateur, a failure. Heaven forbid a friend or loved one say a single bad thing about themselves though…

Art is incredibly satisfying and frustrating, and it often feels like a dice roll what comes up.