If you are an INFP or you know someone is an INFP, chances are you know that this particular type is especially adverse towards eking out an existence of drudgery in the form of a 9-5 job. I used to call it the ‘rats in the successful capitalist experiment.’ See, scorning the entire concept helped me, as an INFP, to cope with it.
Almost everyone is steered towards the conventional path in life. Get good grades, get a degree, get a job, work at a job for five days a week, dive into the embrace of the weekends and then start it all over again. And again. And again. And again. Until your teeth fall out and your eyesight grows dim and your hair fades and withers into white straggles. And then, hooray! You’re free to quit your job. You’re free to quit the rat race. Because now you’re retired. Now you can enjoy your life. Now you can write the books you always wanted to write, paint the things you always wanted to paint, travel the places you always wanted to go. Now wouldn’t it feel better if your mind was vernal and your body youthful and supple, so you could do all those things you loved with ebullient spirit?
Before I came to terms with the whole thing, money was the scapegoat in my mind. Money was the root of all evil. ALL EVIL. If there was no money, there wouldn’t be a rat race and single mothers wouldn’t have to drag themselves to work just to get by. But then I realized money was inevitable because it dealt with human selfishness. Would we provide any services to other people and would other people provide services to us if they did not receive compensation for their work? Some compassionate people. But most people wouldn’t and society would entirely crumble due to pure selfishness. So. I told myself, money is necessary. Now what?
Let me just say it. I don’t believe that personality types usually predisposes anyone to greater or lesser fiscal gains in the future. But I do believe it may have an impact when it comes to INFPs. First of all, all the lucrative careers such as accounting, business, law and even medicine (this one is only personal) are all odious to me. And then, we are introverted and highly sensitive which is a disadvantage in most work places. And we have to find a meaningful jobs that fulfill our ideals. Unfortunately, such jobs do not provide a hefty paycheck.
In the end I was left with this. The rat race is inevitable. Money is inevitable. My personality traits were inevitable. My desire for a meaningful job was inevitable, or my soul would die (not an exaggeration, never underestimate the power of stress or monotony or meaninglessness). How was I to live on a good income in my idealistic bubble? How was I not to feel like a cog in the machines of something money-hungry and despicable?
I don’t have a magical solution. But I believe I have come to a logical one (INFP logic!). The key to living the life I want is to save money. I don’t care for many materialistic goods anyway. This way, I can work at a meaningful job that pays not a great deal and still have enough money to cover necessities and enjoy life. As I said, it’s not a magical solution as saving can be hard work. But I think it’s the best option yet. I think I will write a post on materialism next, a post from a girl (yours truly) who believes the only things worth spending on are the necessities of life and books and food for the cats.
Are you in the rat race and what are you doing to try and get out of it? It’s a hard-knock life.