I’m torn between INFP, ISFP, and INFJ. Like, I don’t like fantasy like an INFP; I’m very soft and empathetic, yes, but I’m not a perfectionist at all like an INFJ. At the same time, I’d rather let others do all the manual work; I just love a great atmosphere and a good vibe. I understand other people’s psychology and really love eating delicious food, dressing comfortably, and traveling.
I used to judge Beck for being, like, a silly blonde who’s trying to be deeper than she is—until I realized that I’m 22, I’m a blonde, and I see myself in her, lol. I didn’t cheat, but as for the mess in my life — toxic friends whom I tried to win over, to be in their company at all costs, even though I should have cut them off — the deep loneliness, the attempts to find myself in creativity, and the complete lack of understanding of my own feelings, the desire to give myself to a man who would finally take care of me, the naivety, the need to run a blog and appear cool there, and also the effort to be special, not like everyone else, and deeper than I actually am — all of that. So I stopped judging her, because she was a lost person who deeply needed love and acceptance, as well as to build her inner strength with good boundaries.
