I hate INFJs.

You know the ones.

The ones that crave the feeling of a heartfelt conversation,

But always seem to envelop themselves in their own carved out heart instead.

The ones that understand others better than they understand themselves,

But somehow still struggle to indulge themselves in a conversation.

The ones that come up with the most brilliant insights,

But why does that only make them seem superficial?

The ones that spend their time surfing their inner thoughts alone,

But feel left out when their friends do absolutely anything without them.

The ones that can truly enjoy talking and engaging in social environments,

But only when their social battery isn’t rotting with flies by their feet.

And the ones like me,

The ones that write about it.

But are too afraid to show it to anyone.

I don’t hate INFJs.

It was just a good attention-getter.