Interview With The MBTI Types


I’m listening to Taylor Swift’s “Girl At Home” as I try to formulate a proper blog post. For some reason, none of my writing seems to be measuring up lately; it’s as if all of my work has been going through a deadly drought, and all of the words inside of my have withered and died.

I feel as though I should have developed something by now, a “voice” in my writing, or had a book or two published, or learned something grand and marvellous about life and the universe, whereas the reality of the situation is I feel empty and full of absolutely nothing. I go to the library before work, inwardly lament over the fact that I have to go to a job I do not like, then spend the rest of the day trying to reconcile myself to the horribleness of my job and the long commute back home, then get home and collapse onto my bed and fall asleep. I barely get any energy and time for writing except during the long commutes, during which I often get dizzy because of motion-sickness. Nothing I write feel as though it comes from the heart anymore—everything feels forced and bland. I don’t know if I’m even making much sense anymore.

To make up for all this negativity, I have decided to compile a list of reactions the different personality types have to the INFP personality type—imagine it as an interview, where each MBTI type gets asked the same question: “What do you think of the INFP personality type?” Each type then answers according to his or her personality; I tried my best to incorporate some of the “voices” of the particular personality types, such as making the sentences spoken by the more logical types more crisp and short, the creative types using more flowery language, etc. Hope you like it!


“Well, I think we are a good personality type to be around, although we tend to be daydreamers and can be quite messy at times, not to mention not very good at talking to people we have crushes on. We’re also more prone to creativity than actual IQ or intelligence. What do you mean, I need to be less modest?”


“They’re alright. They’re quite clever and creative—very good at writing those little stories of theirs, or imagining scenarios—but they’re a little too impractical for me.”


“I love INFPs. We got along tremendously well. Like, for instance, the other day, I was talking with another INFP and we both spoke at length about how we both loved glow-in-the-dark jellyfish. Isn’t that marvellous? Who doesn’t like glow-in-the-dark jellyfish?”


“They’re good enough. Creative. Very good at writing. Not logical. If they had more logic, then they wouldn’t get into the messes they get into.”


“Yeah, what’s not to like about the little daisies. Quite charming and adorable. Such daydreamers, got their heads up in their clouds all day and dancing with the angels. Would I ever fall in love with one, though? Hmm, not a chance.”


“INFPs are very nice. Creative and smart. They’re good. Yes. Good.”


“To be honest, I don’t really understand them, they spend all their time by themselves or with books or watching films, and seem to like the company of animals more than they do people! And to not like going to parties, or hanging out with other people, well, that’s a bit weird, don’t you think? At least they’re quite smart and creative.”


“I adore INFPs! They’re absolutely wonderful, magnificent people. Full of life, of imagination and ideals—although if they’d just do a bit of work in turning their dreams into a reality, that would certainly make things much easier for them!”


“INFPs and I do not get along. They are far too wishy-washy and impractical for my tastes. And the mess! Do not get me started on the mess.”


“I do really like INFPs. I feel quite protective of them—they seem like such delicate, sweet souls, who need some shelter from the harsh elements of the world.”


“I like INFPs. They are smart and creative. Although they could do with a bit of help on the practicality front.”


“INFPs are the best. Well, it’s hard for me to hate any personality type, so there’s that. I think they’re very smart, creative and deep thinkers. They just know a lot about themselves and the world around them. They’re quite unconventional, too—you won’t find them doing things the same way others do, and I like that a lot about them.”


“Don’t understand them one bit. Got their head stuck up in the clouds all day. Bit of a crybaby. ‘Nup, not my cup of tea.”


“INFPs are sweet, they really are. They’re such daydreamers, and full of such great ideas, they’re so creative and I love that. It’s really fun to bounce ideas around with them.”


“INFPs? Who are they?”


“INFPs are fine. A little quiet, though, for my tastes. Actually, it’s hard for me to notice them much, I’m often too busy dancing in the limelight.”


6 More Life Tips For INFPs


I wrote a previous post, which I will link HERE where I wrote 12 Life Tips for INFPs for a Patron of mine on Patreon (you can find my Patreon at and today, after a while spent working at my new childcare job, and delving into the world of online dating, I have grown as a person and learned some new things along the way which might help some other INFPs, and decided to make a Part 2 of the same post, titled “6 More Life Tips For INFPs”. Online dating, you might say? Yes. In fact, tomorrow, I’m meeting someone in person who I met online, through a dating app. He reads my blog, and he’s a writer and INFP himself, too. I’ll probably write another post all about that—but, for the meantime, let’s get into this post.

1. Social anxiety is all in your head, and doesn’t exist.

For a while in highschool, I suffered from social anxiety. It came out of the blue, and I believe it was a result of childhood trauma, but, either way, I suddenly found myself feeling nervous about talking to people, or even passing by people on the street. I know many INFPs can suffer from this problem, so my advice is, give it some time, let yourself acclimatise to social situations, keep leaving the house and putting yourself out there, and, eventually, you’ll realise it was all in your head, all along, and that other people don’t judge you as much as you think they do. I’ve been free of social anxiety for a while now, and this tip really helped me to overcome it two years ago. Just be yourself, put yourself out there, and don’t think too much. Let the words flow out of your mouth when you talk to people. You’ll get there.

2. You have to actively find your Prince Charming or Princess—and hey, maybe that’s something that exists in your head, too.

INFPs can sometimes have a very idealistic view of what their future partner might be, when, in reality, humans are flawed, not magical beings ready to fix all your problems. What’s more, like the passive creatures we can sometimes be, occasionally we might even find ourselves “wishing on stars”, and hoping for someone to just magically waltz into our lives and whisk us away on a romantic adventure. Unfortunately, the chances of that happening are very low. As I’ve matured, I’ve come to realise you have to get out there and look for someone to fall in love with. For example, I’ve recently started talking to someone online, and I like him and he’s really nice. I would have never have met him and talked to him if I hadn’t actively opened up a dating app account, put up pictures on my profile, then spent the time liking the profiles of other members on the site. You might want to rethink how you view love and romance altogether if you are still just waiting for it to fall in your lap: go join a church, join a group at your university, join a dating site, anything—take your destiny into your own hands.

3. Living in your car isn’t an option, and capitalism exists for a reason.

Sometimes, INFPs can have issues with the whole “earning a living” concept. Actually, scrap that: we can positively lament over the injustice of having to earn a living, when all we really want to do is write books and read and sing and dance and daydream and philosophise all day long, even though none of those activities bring in a single cent of income most of the time. Once upon a time, I was so against the idea of earning a living, because I couldn’t fathom doing anything except the activities mentioned above, that I even debated, without much hope, the thought of living out of one’s car. Obviously it wasn’t a viable option, and the reasons are also obvious: having a home, a roof over one’s head, is one of the most important things there is about life. You need it. We need capitalism in order for society to function. Otherwise, people wouldn’t work, wouldn’t have routines and purpose to their lives, and no-one would get their needs met. Sometimes, we need to mature, and realize that we, even us INFPs, need to follow the rules of this world, and live according to its paradigms.

4. Work doesn’t always have to be fun.

There’s a reason us INFPs, especially when we are younger, like the idea of just living off of our art and our dreams, even if it doesn’t pay the bills: it’s because art, like writing, is often fun, and what’s more, we sometimes only do it when we want to do it, rather than disciplining ourselves to write when we do not want to. But what I have discovered is that, while work can be rewarding, and it can be fun and very enjoyable, it isn’t necessarily fun and enjoyable all the time. And that’s okay. That’s just the nature of work. If it wasn’t that way, and it was just inherently fun, then there wouldn’t be a reason for someone to pay you to do it, because people would want to do it for free in the first place.

5. Sometimes, dreams don’t come true, and as painful as it may be, you may have to accept that they never will.

It’s a bitter pill to swallow, but the truth is, no matter how many of us want to become publishers authors or famous artists, the chances of that happening are very low. For the past three years, I have been painstakingly working on books for children, only to be dealt rejection after rejection from publishers. While it is certainly possible I might get published in the future, in my heart, I know that it is very unlikely, especially since I’ve been rejected so many times. I know, just maybe, that my book isn’t good enough to be published, that I don’t have enough talent or ability to make it in the publishing industry. Since it’s a dream of mine that I have nursed since I was five years old, this is something that will take me years to recover from, and that’s alright. It’s okay. Part of growing up is realising that you don’t always get what you want, even if you try your absolute hardest. It’s all part of reconciling your ideals with reality, something us INFPs find difficult to do.

6. You are a beautiful person, and you should never forget that.

INFPs can sometimes suffer from low self-esteem. We’re a little different from most people, in that we’re quiet, and thoughtful, and brimming with words and creative ideas. It can be a little difficult for us to form friendships with the right people, and we often found ourselves feeling isolated amongst certain groups of individuals. But you should never forget that we are beautiful, and unique, and different, and special, even if we never achieve anything mind-blowingly amazing, or look like we just stepped off the catwalk, or have a scintillating personality. As long as you stay true to yourself, and who you are, then the path before you is laid true, and you can do no wrong.

An INFP’s Fake Boyfriend


What? Oh. Erm. Suuure. I have a boyfriend. His name is—is Tim. Tim…um. Tim Um. Yes. Strange last name, I suppose, but that shouldn’t be a deal breaker now, should it?

What does he do? Oh. He does lots of things. Yes. Lots. Erm. He works as a plumber. Yes. Likes to get into the guts of plumbing, he does, fix things up. You know what that’s like, when the urge comes. And he loves to go fishing on the weekends.

See, Tim and I, we’ve been dating for over a year now, only I never told you, because I was afraid—I mean, I am afraid, that he is a little on the shy side. Yes, you wouldn’t expect it, not from a great, big burly plumber, but he’s rather timid, really, which is why I like him, I suppose. We met at a fish shop. Yes. I was just standing in line, minding my own business, thinking about whether I should get tomato sauce with my chips, when suddenly, he came forward, and asked me if I had any change. And I told him I didn’t, of course, because I was so flustered and he was a stranger, but then he went on to say that he didn’t really need any change, he just needed an excuse to talk to the beautiful lady in front of him in line. Yes! It was love at first sight, of course, and terribly romantic.

As for our future, we’ve got it all laid out. We’re going to buy a small Victorian house somewhere in the southern suburbs of Australia, and we’re going to have two kids, one boy, one girl. His personality? Oh, he has a wonderful personality of course, absolutely perfect. He’s very mild-mannered, never shouts, is never aggressive, if you know what I mean, and he loves poetry, and he loves to draw and write, and dance. It really is quite perfect.

You know, he’s taking me on a date to Paris this year. Yep, Paris. Plumbers might do dirty work, but they earn quite enough to live by, and together, we’re going to see the Eiffel tower, enjoy the sights, drink hot chocolate in front of this little cafes, and buy baguettes in those paper bags and ride on bicycles with the baguettes in the baskets and nibble on cheese just like real French people. It will be absolutely marvellous. Janice and John. That’s what we’re going to name our kids. Yes. No, absolutely not, wouldn’t dream of it—they’ll get a wholesome education, the both of them, at a nice private school. Yes. Good-looking? My dear, good-looking doesn’t even cover it. He’s got dark hair, beautiful dark eyes, very strong, too, because of all the plumbing he does, and when he smiles, the edges of his eyes crinkle just so, which makes him suddenly look very shy and boyish. He’s simply marvellous and perfect, John. Oh! Silly me! I meant Tim. Yes. Tim is perfect. Little ol’ Timothy. My Timothy. All mine.

And I haven’t even told you about the gift he got me last summer. It was a seashell ring. It was absolutely gorgeous. I said to him, I said, “I don’t want anything flashy, you understand, all those sparkly rocks are just a big waste of money” so he ended up getting me a seashell ring! It’s a tiny little seashell, attached to a silver band, and absolutely gorgeous. I left it at home, so you can’t see it, but let me tell you, it was quite the thoughtful gift. As for our deep, long conversations together—why, they get deeper than you would believe. Since he is a poet—oh, well, poetry is his hobby, you see, not his actual job, he’s a plumber by day, poet by night—he thinks very deeply about things, and there’s so much he knows, so much wisdom and light and laughter and shiny, pearlescent—

When can you meet him?


Is Childcare A Good Career for INFPs?


The answer to this is maybe. Maybe. It really depends on the kind of INFP you are. While childcare is a rewarding and challenging profession, it may be suited to INFPs on a certain level. Since I have recently started a childcare traineeship, I would like to offer some of my advice, for those INFPs out there who might be looking into childcare as a career option.

It’s not just about looking after kids. I would say, as an assistant in a daycare centre, especially if you are placed in the babies room, most of your time will be taken up by tasks such as getting the food ready, cleaning up after the kids after they have eaten, disinfecting surfaces and taking out the trash. In other words, a lot of menial tasks, which a lot of people might not think of when the word “childcare” and its entailing tasks pops into their head. Having said that, the rest of the 25% of your time is spent with the kids, and you get to play and interact with the cute, little darlings. That part, in my opinion, is the best part of the job—giving them hugs, cuddling them, and touching their chubby, little baby faces.

This job is very practical, and hands-on. You will be changing nappies, and dealing with faeces and urine, although the smell isn’t too bad (I can’t say too much on this, as I haven’t been allowed to change nappies yet). Most of your time is spent in a flurry of physical activities, and yes, while these activities use a certain part of your brain, and require a certain kind of practical intelligence, other parts of your brain, that are used for studying, reading and writing, which are parts that I often use, or like to use, remain, well, unused. In other words, don’t go into this job thinking you’re going to be quoting Shakespeare anytime soon: you’re going to be changing nappies, and wiping noses, and cleaning, and preparing. It’s very physical, very hands-on, and for me, as someone who is a little bit on the intellectual side (not much), this came as a bit of a shock to the system, if you will, and I’m still not entirely over it. After work, I have to immerse myself in reading and writing in order to feel like my old self again.

That being said, considering there are so many jobs out there for which INFPs are unsuited for, childcare is a good option. There is little room for anxiety, because you’ll generally just be interacting with co-workers and children, and, unless you are actually a daycare leader, which I’m not, you’ll not be speaking much to parents. As a daycare assistant, the most I’ve ever said to a parent is a simple “Hello.” The noise from all the crying is something you just get used to—I found it wasn’t a problem for me, because the sound of children crying, while it is distressing because it means something is wrong and I feel the need to help the child, isn’t something which provokes anxiety or I find to be irritating.

Once again, even though I’ve already repeated myself several times, childcare is a very hands-on job, and for the cerebral, and oftentimes daydreamy INFP, this can be quite difficult, and hard to get used to at first. I don’t think I’ve completely accustomed to it yet. But as a way to survive, and make money, and support yourself, it’s not too shabby. INFPs are naturally gentle and nurturing, so we oftentimes warm to the kids very easily, and vice versa, and there’s nothing better than seeing a lovely little smile on a cute, little face. If you’re OK with a hands-on, very practical job, aren’t afraid of a bit of faeces and urine, menial tasks, and love children for who they are, enough to help put on their socks and shoes and change their nappies, then this is the career for you.

An INFP’s New Career


I’ll be starting my childcare traineeship soon, and words cannot describe how nervous I am about it. It’s not the prospect of dealing with co-workers that worries me—it’s that of dealing with children.

I’ve never been much of a children’s person myself, and yet, here I am, entering the career, and I am terrified of little babies crying in my arms and tiny children hating me. Honestly, I don’t know if it’s just because I am paranoid or neurotic, but I feel terribly hurt when I am rejected by children; it’s as if I’ve failed in this fundamental, human way. Once, I smiled at a baby, but my mouth might as well have twisted itself into a rictus, because the baby promptly started crying, and wailing for its mother. It’s incidences like this that make me feel less than optimistic about my future childcare career. But, anything must be better than age care, right?

Anyway. I will definitely keep you posted on how this new career goes; and perhaps, just maybe, I’ll find myself actually liking the job, and this can be invaluable for other INFPs, who are wondering what path to take in terms of their career direction. As an INFP, I can test-drive the situation for you, and report back whether or not I believe this or that career is suitable for other INFPs, since I am, and always have been, a very “strong” (by which I mean, I score very highly on Introversion, Intuition, Feeling and Perceiving) INFP. Just a thought.

Nothing much else has been happening in my life, apart from a good afternoon yesterday spent eating pizza and shopping with some of my friends. It was a nice afternoon. Some part of me, however, no matter what I do, feels somewhat unfulfilled. I always thought I would be published by now. I know it’s the same old spiel, but no matter how content or happy I feel, some part of me, deep inside, feels lost and afraid, and quite, frankly, bored with life, simply because this one, deepest, brightest dream of mine has never come true. I feel as though someone has punched a hole through my chest. Now, there’s just this emptiness, in the middle of my chest, a perfect circle, through which you can see to the other side of my body, the other side of the room, and nothing and no-one can put me right again, just like it was with Humpty Dumpty.

Humpty-dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men, couldn’t put Dumpty back together again. As a child—and those of you who live in and grew up in Australia will know this—I watched a lot of ABC children’s shows, from Bing and Bong, to Playschool, a show where they constantly sang, read stories and talked to stuffed toys. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to work on Playschool, to be this grown-up adult, singing and dancing, pretending, exactly as if they were a child. Do they ever get tired of it? As a childcare trainee, I will only be in charge of peripheral activities, I think, like changing nappies, supervising children, cutting up fruit, that sort of thing—I won’t actually be a “teacher” in the classroom, directing the students according to lesson plans, and that sort of thing.

Oh, I don’t know. How can I possibly describe my nerves? I don’t have any experience working with very young children. The youngest child I have ever worked with was 5 years old, and now, I will be working with 1-4 year olds, for the very first time. Have you noticed that babies, and very young children, have a sort of scent? A milky kind of scent? It’s not unpleasant, but I don’t find it particularly appealing either. All in all, I have no idea what I’m getting into, and just the thought of working in a childcare centre is enough to make my heart beat faster, and anxiety to start blossoming up inside of me like some kind of underwater monster.

The manager there is nice. Unfortunately, the other workers seemed a little more brusque, and perhaps stressed. I’m a bit worried about actually working with them. I’m very sensitive to negative emotions, and whenever I feel them wafting from someone, I just want to curl up into a ball, and hide. Either way, I guess I won’t know until I try it.

How much do INFPs daydream?


While I can’t speak for all INFPs, the answer to this question is: a lot. I spend every waking moment where I’m not occupied with other tasks daydreaming, whether that be imagining possible scenarios inside my head, or envisioning futures in which I obtain the things I want to, a published book, a boyfriend, etc. Anything and everything, provided it isn’t graphic or perverted, is daydreamed about, from worlds beyond our ken to everyday situations. I do it on the bus, while I am walking home from the job agency, while I am in the shower, while I am cooking, and I would like nothing more than to crawl into these daydreams, and live inside them forever.

One of the problems that come with daydreaming is that you become even more dissatisfied with the way your life currently is. I know that the more I daydream, the more discontented I get, because whatever I’m daydreaming about is always a better version of the reality that I am experiencing. For example, walking home today, I imagined myself getting an email, telling me that I was to be published, and that the publishers wanted to meet me and discuss my book in person. The daydream became so real that when I snapped out of it, I half-expected to see the email in my notifications; and when I didn’t, the disappointment was so crushing I felt as if I might fold in half from the pain of it.

All in all, I do believe excessive daydreaming is unhealthy, and shouldn’t be encouraged. Instead, happiness or contentment with the way life actually or currently is leads to greater joy, because there are no expectations. But, on the other hand, as someone who daydreams a lot myself, it is very tempting to keep imagining scenarios, and never get anywhere in life in reality. In my daydreams, I am already a mother of two, with a wonderful husband, and a wonderful job, and several published books under my belt—and in reality, I am an unpublished 20 year old author, who has never dated anyone, let alone get married to someone. The contrast between the two is startling—and pathetic, if you want to view it in that light—-so instead of channeling one’s energies into daydreams, it’s better to use that same energy towards fulfilling your daydreams in real life.

For example, instead of daydreaming about the perfect moment in time, where I meet someone and our eyes meet and we connect, I could join a dating website, and actively try and find someone to partner up with. Instead of daydreaming about getting published, I could get cracking on the fourth book that I am writing. It’s a better use of one’s time, and of one’s energy, to try and bring your daydreams to fruition, instead of just wallowing in them.

So, in answer to this question, yes, INFPs do daydream a lot, but it would be better if we did less of it, and used our energies on more productive activities. While there’s nothing wrong with a bit of harmless daydreaming, when it becomes excessive, it can consume one’s life and make your current life seem boring, lacklustre and ugly in comparison. I’m going to try and channel my energies towards better activities, and I hope you do as well; here’s to greater joy, and contentment, living a life that may be far from our daydreams, but is lovely and beautiful in its own way.

20 Questions For an INFP

1. What’s your spirit animal?

My spirit animal would definitely be a bird, preferably a pigeon. I think pigeons are very INFP-like creatures;  all they do is strut about, thinking about their days, probably daydreaming behind their beady little eyes. Quiet and silent, minding their own business—that’s me!

2. What would you name a boat if you had one?

I would name my boat the Strange Dreamer, because…well, it’s rather self-explanatory, isn’t it? I think I’m a very odd person, and I am an inveterate daydreamer. It would be blue, with little comets and stars decorating its edges, and a beautiful, sci-fi mermaid on the front of it, with meteorites between her teeth.

3. Which fictional character would the most boring to meet in real life?

For that, I would have to say Snape, Professor Snape, or Severus Snape, from the Harry Potter series. That is because he is very boring, bland, and, apart from his tragic love story, quite the Debbie Downer when it comes to moods and conversations. Not only is he quite the vengeful person, but he is also bitter and oftentimes mean. So, yes, Snape would be my answer to that question.

4. If you had to change your name, what would your new name be, and why would you choose that name?

Cordelia Lin. If I had to choose another name, I would most definitely name myself Cordelia, from the Shakespearean play King Lear, a kind and faithful princess, and Lin, because that is an Asian last name I have always rather liked.

5. What’s the closest thing to real magic?

Magic, of course. What do you mean, it’s not real?

6. Who is the messiest person you know?


7. If you were given a one minute ad slot during Super Bowl that you couldn’t sell, what would you fill it with?

I would fill it with a broadcast for INFPs, telling other INFPs in the world, all over the world, that we are not alone, and that, even though we may feel as though we stick out wherever we go like a sore thumb on the inside and oftentimes feel solitary and sad, there are people out there who care and understand. A broadcast specifically for INFPs, that will confuse everyone who isn’t familiar with the Myer-Briggs personality type test, which, in my opinion, shouldn’t be too many people.

8. What kind of supervillain would you be?

Someone who decides INFPs should rule the world, instead of everyone else. Anarchy woud descend upon society, we would all become farmers who live off the land and gambol in fields of flowers, pollution would be over, shyness would become the new norm—that is, once I and a band of my most trusted INFPs take over civilisation and rule everyone and everything! Cats and libraries, of course, will be given special treatment, and deemed absolute necessities of society.

9. What type of fairy would you be?

One that grants three wishes. Yep, I’d be the type of fairy that takes over the wish-making business, making a lot of genies disgruntled, and write and make my own wishes for people, with just a wave of my wand and a bippity-boppity-boo!

10. What does you ideal man look like?

Someone who can understand my thoughts and feelings with just a glance. He isn’t someone who sweeps me off my feet, but a person who is a little strange and off-beat, and one none of the other girls notice except for myself, with unique but attractive features. Definitely someone who likes books, and thinks no-one ever notices him—but I do!

11. How do you overcome depression?

Badly. One of the best, temporary ways I’ve found to overcome depression is to concentrate on the blood flowing through my body, feeling it pulse in my chest, in my fingertips. This way, I am reminded of the magnificence that is life, and how much of a gift life is, this existence I have been given by the grand Creator.

12. What book or movie character is most similar to you?

I would have to say, the single most character who is most similar to me is actually a mix between Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. Luna Lovegood for her strangeness, and Neville Longbottom for his introvertedness and general awkwardness. They’re both lovely, and two of my most favourite characters from the Harry Potter series.

13. What is your latest book about?

It’s a magical book, about a magical train, that visits magical stations, where the main character has magical adventures, and I wish some magical publisher would just magically want to snatch it up and magically have it published.

14. What is your greatest fear?

Never getting published, until the day I die.

15. If you were stuck on a deserted island, how would you react?

If I were stuck on a deserted island, I would probably sit on the sand somewhere and rock myself back and forth, trying to pretend the whole thing isn’t real. After that stops working, I would begin wandering around, trying to find food to eat and water to drink, meanwhile fantasizing about actual food, scenarios inside my head, and even better scenarios where I get rescued.

16. What would be your survival technique if you were in the Hunger Games?

Since I am an INFP, my survival technique if I were in the Hunger Games would be to climb up a tree and wait for death, for starvation, or just dig a hole behind a bush and hid in it and wait for death. If the gamemakers try to flush me out, instinct would take over and I would escape, but probably end up hiding again or dying at the hands of another tribute, because when it comes to physical contests and life-or-death situations, INFPs aren’t the greatest.

17. If you were stuck in a haunted house in a horror movie, would you be the first to die?

No. I would be the first to run screaming out of the place and sit in the car and wait outside and call the police and die nearly of fright when everyone else comes out of the building chased by demons and ghosts.

18. If you could build your own fantasy world, what would it be like?

Rather like one of Miyazaki’s movies, full of talking cats and tumbling cities and books the size of houses, with pink clouds and raindrops that taste of sugar and all things nice. Oh, and a flying castle; that would be very cool.

19. What  would be your ideal wedding ring and wedding?

What a very girly question! My ideal wedding ring would be a piece of knotted grass, with a tiny, jewel-like stone, preferably one my spouse found himself, beaded onto it, and it would be on the beach, with me dressed in a discount white dress, with the wind blowing in my hair and the sound of the ocean as my wedding music.

20. What would you do at a party?

Try mingling for a little while, then end up in the bathroom cubicle of the venue, scrolling through social media, writing, or reading a book, hoping no-one starts knocking on the bathroom door.


How INFPS View The Other Personality Types


Here’s a list of how INFPs get along with every other personality type. If you’re not familiar with the Myer-Brigg’s personality test, you can take it here:


What a strange and peculiar creature. Fascinated by science, and logic, with unparalleled ability to insult without intending to, with the excuse that they are simply stating the “facts”, the INTJ is someone the INFP does not really understand. However, being both introverts, and intuitive, on a certain level, they can get along; they both share a need to stay by themselves for long periods, and can have insights which other people do not. However, it would be a superficial friendship at best: the INTJ is simply too logical and pragmatic.


INFPs get along rather well with INTPs. To us, INTPs are rather like us, except a little more pragmatic and logical. Like INFPs, they tend to be eccentric, and rather loner-like, and sometimes, unlike INFPs, have obvious presentation and sartorial problems. However, we tend to like the same things, and find the same things interesting—glow-in-the-dark jellyfish, anyone?—and the same types of books and films.


Oooh. What a masterful and beautiful creature—from afar, at least. ENTJs, for INFPs, are the epitome of the dazzling man or woman we could never obtain or date in real life, but whom we enjoy watching from afar. They are so confident, so beautiful, that it sometimes takes our breath away; but they can also be brash and intimidating, which makes us want to shrink into our shells. They are like the prince or princess on pedestal, never to be reached, and only to be watched.


ENTPs, for INFPs, are also rather attractive. Their verbal sparring, often on intellectual or logical topics, knows no bounds, and INFPs are entertained by their wit, cleverness and the verbal wordsmiths they are. In turn, ENTPs, if they ever get a chance to read an INFP’s writing, find them rather insightful and adorable creatures, but never enough to get into a romantic relationship with them. This is because INFPs hold none of the verbal wit and excitement that ENTPs need to feel good about themselves and a relationship in their life.


Trouble is, people who are too similar can clash, and this is sometimes what happens when INFPs and INFJs meet. We’re rather like the same person, only one is a little more organized and less scatterbrained than the other, and strangely enough, that combination can make for a relationship that doesn’t seem to work. I’ve known one other INFJ in my life, and while we did agree on nearly absolutely everything, there was no connection or affection in the relationship: in fact, it was rather awkward and on edge, simply because we felt as if we could read each other’s minds, and probably could.


Well, I know INFP isn’t exactly another type of personality, but there are other INFPs in this world, and we do tend to meet each other every now and then, and, in general, if all goes well, we tend to get along like a house on fire. Rather than feeling awkward or as if our minds are being read, we feel as though we have found a kind of friendship-soulmate. However, since we are both Feeling, feelings may be discussed a little too often in the relationship, to the point where boredom sets in. If that happens, all you have to do is remember the positives of the relationship: of being understood, having someone who always has your back, and someone who is full of the same neuroses and anxieties you are.


ENFJ’s are OK. Just OK. They are bold, they are extroverted, they are friendly, love to be surrounded by people and the centre of attention, and for INFPs, they can be a little too “in your face” sometimes. Just sometimes. What’s more, ENFJ’s have an annoying habit of trying to draw an INFP out of his or her shell, and make her do things she doesn’t want to do, like throw a 21st party, for example, or make a speech in front of many people, simply because they feel INFPs need to put themselves out there a little more. So, in general, they are just OK.


ENFPs are absolutely wonderful creatures. Since they share all the same functions as us, except for introversion, they are, in essence, really rather like extroverted versions of ourselves. Instead of being closeted away inside bedrooms, however, ENFPs are out there, getting things done, putting their ideals into action, and making things happen. If they want to run a charity for their favourite cause, then it is going to happen. If they want their dream to come true, then they’re going to build it. They are brave enough to put everything on the line for their ideals, and see them through to the end, to the point where their idealistic visions exist in reality—and us INFPs, while we love them, are just a little jealous, because we tend to dream but never act.


INFPs and ISTJs do not tend to get along. ISTJs find INFPs to be a little too wishy-washy, and too stuck in their own dreamland, while INFPs find ISTJs irritatingly logical and pragmatic, to the point where their daydreams and ideals get trampled by them. They are not a good match, in general, and rub each other the wrong way more often than most.


INFPs like ISFJs. As the “defenders” in the Mye-Brigg’s personality type group, INFPs see ISFJs as people that will protect them in times of need. INFPs like to be protected; we are, after all, the children of the Myer-Briggs family. So, we kind of look up to them as an older sister or brother, sometimes in spite of their age. They are the ones who will listen to us, and then propone our ideas in front of other people, working towards causes that we believe in.


We admire ESTJs, little ones, but we do not befriend them. ESTJs are whirlwinds of productivity and pragmatism. They are leaders, they get things done, they are efficient, and we view them sometimes the way one might view a very efficient, highly effective and super efficacious robot. In fact, we admire them so much, we’d much rather sit back and let them do most of the work that we dislike: managing people, telling people what to do, organising events and activities, putting forward ideas for consideration. However, in terms of relationships, INFPs and ESTJs simply do not see eye-to-eye, and any bond, be it romantic or platonic, is sure to end unfavourably.


Like ENTJs, we sometimes admire and view ESFJs from afar. They are such warm, people-friendly, and oftentimes attractive individuals, with such a wide network of friends, that it can sometimes be intimidating just to watch them. However, ESFJs are often happy to welcome the sweet, gentle INFPs into the folds of their social circle, and while INFPs won’t get along with everyone, and will often disappear halfway through the event or party, they are grateful for the ESFJ’s kindness, warm-heartedness and friendliness.


INFPs do not understand ISTPs. They live entirely in the world of things, of reality, and love to engage in hands-on activities, whereas we are much more concerned with the intangible, dreams, ideas and stories. However, like most other types which are very different from us, we tend to view them with a certain degree of fascination, and, yes, this can lead to romantic attraction, although ISTPs, like INFPs, do not understand us, and find us rather strange and removed from life.


We love ISFPs! They are adventurous, creative and bold, with a certain flair that makes us want to whoop! They are often very creative artists or musicians, and can be very unique and special, in their own way, just like INFPs. However, they are a lot more bold than INFPs, and can engage in risk-taking behaviours, which is something foreign to us, and we would rather discourage rather than encourage in our ISFP friends.


ESTPs are…nice. They very popular. Very adventurous. Very bold, and pretty, or handsome. Very charismatic. All in all, they’re a bit too “much” for us. While ESTP’s appreciate the creativity of INFPs, they often get bored of us, of our ideals and our many, many dreams and ideas, while we, over time, get tired of the high energy of the ESTP, and want to crawl away to take a nap somewhere. So, overall, a bad match, in terms of relationships, but there is something the two types can share.


Another strange and foreign creature. They are extroverted, and always want to entertain other people, not feeling at all afraid when they are in the limelight. Us INFPs simply do not understand them, not one bit: though we do appreciate the heart and feeling they put into everything that they do, the love they have for animals and other people, and the way they are free-spirited and unique, never letting other people or society tie them down or tell them who they should be.




12 Life Tips For INFPs


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Onto the blog post. Here is a list of 12 life tips for INFPs. While I have written quite a few lists over the years, I don’t think I’ve written one exclusively on tips for INFPs. So, here we go.

1. Carry a book around with you wherever you.

Not only is this a good idea for the average person, for an INFP, it is a must, as it means you can dive into a fantasy world wherever you go. Sounds pretty good to me.

2. Carry some lollies with you wherever you go.

Hear me out on this one. INFPs go through a lot of stress in life, whether it be a job interview or having to make an important, nerve-wracking call, and sometimes, after feeling so frazzled, you feel the need to give yourself a treat. This is where the lollies come in. Don’t chow down the whole bag—just give yourself one, because, as an INFP, you deserve it. It can be whatever kind of food you enjoy most, in an easy, accessible bag: chips, sweets, any sort of candy, you name it.

3. Try to reduce your daydreaming.

Now, I know this is a hard one, but I’ve found that it is better to daydream less about what your life could be like and spend more time in your actual life. Otherwise, you will miss most of your life as it reels past you, and, what’s more, most of the daydreams never come true—a handsome prince, riding out of the sunset, anyone?—so following this tip prevents you from suffering any disappointment.

4. Push yourself to go beyond your boundaries.

If it were up to us, we’d just spend our days at home all day long, indulging in our creative pursuits and films, movies and books. But that’s not how the real world works, and in this world, one has to work, to socialise, and put food on the table. Pushing yourself to do things, such as going shopping, or going for that job interview, will not only make you feel happier with life overall, because you feel more confident and able, but it’s a very good INFP habit to practise, as it means you will not stagnate.

5. Try to date.

Nerve-wracking as it is, INFPs are the type to yearn for a partner, so it is a good thing to go out there and join the dating scene. Whenever we are alone, or single, no matter how good the rest of our life is, some part of us feels a little lost and miserable. All of us need that one, special person in lives, and INFPs do more so than others sometimes—someone who can understand us, who wants to peel away the layers of our guarded personalities to the true treasure underneath. So, give it a try—what can you lose? My advice with dating, though, is to take it slow, be safe and never jump into things if you have a bad feeling about them. If you’re dating online, always make sure to meet in a public space.

6. Try to reduce the amount of public transport you take.

Sometimes, this isn’t possible, especially if you live far from your workplace, but it is a good idea to take less public transport, as it is something that can drain INFPs. The crammed carriages of a train, the busy commute—all of that isn’t conducive to an INFP’s happiness. So, try to walk, or even ride a bike; it’ll take a lot of the stress and anxiety that comes with commuting, and the close proximity with strangers, away.

7. Never be afraid to leave a bad situation.

This can be harder than it sounds, especially if the bad situation is a job, which you do not like. But I’m not just talking about a job you do not like here—I’m talking about a toxic situation, so, if it were a job, it would be one where you not only not like the work, but you are bullied and belittled every single day. Bad situations are absolutely psychologically soul-destroying for INFPs, and can take ages for us to recover from them, whether it be a situation where you are being bullied, or a job you loathe so much just the thought of going to work for another day makes you want to melt into a puddle of despair on the floor and never get up. Whenever a situation makes you feel like that, you know it’s time to leave it.

8. Reach out to other INFPs.

Whether in real life, or through the internet (actually, through the internet is more likely), it’s always a good idea to find other like-minded people, so if you can somehow communicate with INFPs, such as in a forum or through an email correspondence, you can find it does wonders for your mental health. As INFPs, we can understand each other on a level sometimes other people can’t, and relate to each other, help each other, and give personalised advice that can strike us to the core.

9. Depression is often common amongst INFPs, and that’s because we have a habit of mulling over things too much.

We get inside our heads, and never come out of them. One of the best ways to beat depression is to keep yourself busy, whether that’s with work, or job searching, or interviews, or friends and family, creative pursuits, etc. An INFP that has nothing to do is more likely to get depressed.

10. Have a safe haven.

This almost goes without saying, but every INFP needs their own bedroom, or couch, or a special place where they can relax and unwind. We need this because we often find our jobs and the outside world quite stressful. In fact, scratch that: the outside world and our jobs, since they are both stimulating, is extremely stressful, and if we didn’t have our own room to go back to at the end of the day, to recharge and rejuvenate, we would go mad. So, a safe haven is a must.

11. Try to be involved in your creative pursuits on a daily basis.

Sometimes, INFPs, especially if they don’t work in a creative job, neglect the creative side of themselves, and this can be a big mistake. Creativity is a natural aspect of our personality type, and when we are allowed to flourish creatively, we feel more whole as a person. Whether it’s writing, dancing, singing, drawing, painting, or even just doodling, try to incorporate it as part of your daily routine, so you always have a creative outlet.

12. Make friends who do not drain you.

You know very well the type of people who drain your energy instead of give it. They are loud, boisterous, and all they do, taking advantage of your kind, giving and calm nature, is offload all their problems onto you, or jabber about themselves all day long. Let go of these people, and make friends who are a little more staid, who listen to and care about you, and provide a kind of haven from the rest of the world instead of someone that buffets the storm that is life even further.

Look out for a Part 2!

INFPs Are Not Suited To The Modern Workforce


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Now, let’s get started with today’s blog post. What has been happening? I’ll tell you what. A big, fat nothing. Isn’t marvellous, when nothing particularly remarkable or special happens in your life? I mean, that’s just what I wished for, ever since I was a little kid, for nothing to happen. In fact, I’m sure I remember wishing for that to happen when I was five years old—I’m almost certain for nothing to happen has been lifelong goal, and now, guess what, I have finally achieved it.

Sarcasm aside, I spent a good hour or so once I got home today, after visiting a newsletter group and my job agency, trying to figure out if I would make a good medical transcriptionist. And the answer, my friends, is a resounding no. While I do have a typing speed of 65 words a minute if I concentrate especially hard, if I want to write accurately and correctly, my typing speed is much less than that. What is more, whenever I try to listen to audio recordings of people’s voices, like that of a doctor’s, I can never quite make out a couple of words, which makes writing the transcription nearly impossible. So, no to transcription, my friends. Another day, another job ticked off the list.

As for childcare, well, I signed up for a traineeship, but I don’t think I’m going to get it. On the medical form part of it, I excluded mentioning any mental illness, for fear I would be discriminated against, but, on second thoughts, I wonder if that was a bad idea, because both of my references, a TAFE teacher and my job agency coordinator, know about my mental illness. Either way, it’s one way to pass the time, going to interviews for jobs I have no interest in, isn’t it? This is exactly what I mean by nothing has been particularly happening. Job interviews aren’t interesting enough to mention in a blog post, are they?

Well, let’s just say, I get nervous during job interviews (okay, maybe job interviews are worth mentioning). Extremely nervous. Perhaps not nervous enough to be classified as having some kind of anxiety disorder, but, well, I get pretty frazzled: my hands get sweaty, my heart starts to pound, my mind works at a hundred miles a minute, trying to predict interview questions beforehand, even though that technique never works because they usually go flying out of my head the moment I step inside the interview building. As an INFP, while I believe job interviews are important for life, I don’t think they’re something I’ll ever get used to. In fact, they are something I dread, with the kind of chest-clutching panic most people reserve for speeches and spiders. I would nearly rather give a speech, to a crowd of people, than have a job interview. Nearly.

Lately, I’ve been reading a lot of books my Sophie Kinsella. She’s this marvellously funny author, who writes irreverent, beautiful material on marriage and divorce and being a “shopaholic”; her work is fantastic, and I genuinely recommend you check her work out. Her book, Confessions of A Shopaholic, was even turned into a major Hollywood blockbuster movie. Okay, I guess you can tell I’m definitely running out of things to say, if I’m even mentioning what kind of books I’m reading at the moment.

Like I said, nothing in particular has been happening lately. Not particularly happy, but not particularly depressed, either. Everything seems to be going along in a straight line, a very straight, single line. I don’t like it. In fact, now that we’re on the subject of things INFPs don’t like, I would just like to point out that I am of the adamant belief that INFPs, if we’re being honest here, especially if they have anxiety and are daydreaming, soft, sweet little creatures, aren’t very suited to the workforce at all. I don’t like the idea of working in a stressful job, and every job, at the end of the day, has its own measure of stress. I think it’s because INFPs react so badly to stress in the first place. I mean, we’re not exactly Zen about it, are we? On the inside, we panic as though we are dying, and try to hold it all in, only to burst into tears at the end of the day. There isn’t a single job out there that doesn’t feel as though it is made for grown-ups—that is, other people—rather than INFPs. We’re not mature, in the sense that you need to have this sort of official, self-comforting personality to operate in society, and we don’t have any of the skills that are required for most jobs, such as high intellect or great socialising abilities. No. Instead, all we have is a penchant for daydreaming, a brain that is good for daydreaming, and usually an ability to turn these daydreams into works of art. Pretty practical and useful, I should say.

You know what I think INFP are suited for? Being children. As a child, all you do is play, all day long, by amusing yourself and finding ways to occupy your own time, whether this is through watching films or movies, imaginary play, reading or writing, or singing. Playing the piano. Going for walks. We’re suited to being children, and staying children, not adults. We can’t go to work, dressed up in a suit, and talk important business-talk—that’s just not us! Nothing about us is suited to the modern workforce. And so far, the only solution to this problem is to either somehow make money off your art, or be on government benefits to survive.

Am I being dramatic? You tell me. Maybe this only applies to myself, instead of all INFPs. Anyway; I wish you a wonderful day, and I hope your life is filled with starlight and late nights spent breathing in the spices of the wilderness. Or something like that. Cheers.