u/Mary2004_C

​Okay, I’ll try not to make this post too long. I might fail because I tend to drag things out, but I’ll try to keep it brief.

​With this, I’m not looking to offend anyone or make anyone feel uncomfortable; I’m just trying to find another perspective or meet people who feel the same way I do.

​I am an INTP girl, I'm only 21, and I got into MBTI about a year and a half ago.

​When I discovered my type, I was satisfied because it described me perfectly—both my flaws and my virtues. I read everything about cognitive functions and even the Golden Pairs for most of the 16 personalities. But as I dove deeper into this MBTI world, I started coming across things that began to make me feel uncomfortable.

​Mainly because of my type, INTP. I started noticing that we are mostly described as just weird nerds, and if you’re "cool," then you’re probably an INTJ, not an INTP. In fanfics, fiction, and series, I found it really hard to find a young INTP girl, because all INTP characters are always an old genius, a weird gamer, or something similar. I started to feel like the stereotype was heavy and that we were invisible, as if we were the worst ones. It's like if you aren't useless or ugly in real life, then you can't be an INTP. In Golden Pairs, I also noticed that we are rarely shipped, as if we don’t matter. In fanart, we are drawn as ugly and disheveled, wearing sweatpants and flip-flops, while they beautify the Feelers or ENTJs, ENTPs, and INTJs. Overall, it just feels like we are the last card in the deck.

​Regarding the Golden Pair, I also saw that it's ENTJ, but people ship that type way more with INFP. In conclusion, it’s like being just a filler character from an old season.

​I am a beautiful girl—weird, but pretty. The "weird" part has been used as an attribute by many who approach me... but if I weren't pretty, none of those guys would have ever looked at my way. I’m just "the pretty weird girl," but being weird stops being cute if you aren't attractive.

​To wrap this up, I want to ask you all what you think, or if you have ever felt this way.

​Okay, I’ll try not to make this post too long. I might fail because I tend to drag things out, but I’ll try to keep it brief.

​With this, I’m not looking to offend anyone or make anyone feel uncomfortable; I’m just trying to find another perspective or meet people who feel the same way I do.

​I am an INTP girl, I'm only 21, and I got into MBTI about a year and a half ago.

​When I discovered my type, I was satisfied because it described me perfectly—both my flaws and my virtues. I read everything about cognitive functions and even the Golden Pairs for most of the 16 personalities. But as I dove deeper into this MBTI world, I started coming across things that began to make me feel uncomfortable.

​Mainly because of my type, INTP. I started noticing that we are mostly described as just weird nerds, and if you’re "cool," then you’re probably an INTJ, not an INTP. In fanfics, fiction, and series, I found it really hard to find a young INTP girl, because all INTP characters are always an old genius, a weird gamer, or something similar. I started to feel like the stereotype was heavy and that we were invisible, as if we were the worst ones. It's like if you aren't useless or ugly in real life, then you can't be an INTP. In Golden Pairs, I also noticed that we are rarely shipped, as if we don’t matter. In fanart, we are drawn as ugly and disheveled, wearing sweatpants and flip-flops, while they beautify the Feelers or ENTJs, ENTPs, and INTJs. Overall, it just feels like we are the last card in the deck.

​Regarding the Golden Pair, I also saw that it's ENTJ, but people ship that type way more with INFP. In conclusion, it’s like being just a filler character from an old season.

​I am a beautiful girl—weird, but pretty. The "weird" part has been used as an attribute by many who approach me... but if I weren't pretty, none of those guys would have ever looked at my way. I’m just "the pretty weird girl," but being weird stops being cute if you aren't attractive.

​To wrap this up, I want to ask you all what you think, or if you have ever felt this way.

​Okay, I’ll try not to make this post too long. I might fail because I tend to drag things out, but I’ll try to keep it brief.

​With this, I’m not looking to offend anyone or make anyone feel uncomfortable; I’m just trying to find another perspective or meet people who feel the same way I do.

​I am an INTP girl, I'm only 21, and I got into MBTI about a year and a half ago.

​When I discovered my type, I was satisfied because it described me perfectly—both my flaws and my virtues. I read everything about cognitive functions and even the Golden Pairs for most of the 16 personalities. But as I dove deeper into this MBTI world, I started coming across things that began to make me feel uncomfortable.

​Mainly because of my type, INTP. I started noticing that we are mostly described as just weird nerds, and if you’re "cool," then you’re probably an INTJ, not an INTP. In fanfics, fiction, and series, I found it really hard to find a young INTP girl, because all INTP characters are always an old genius, a weird gamer, or something similar. I started to feel like the stereotype was heavy and that we were invisible, as if we were the worst ones. It's like if you aren't useless or ugly in real life, then you can't be an INTP. In Golden Pairs, I also noticed that we are rarely shipped, as if we don’t matter. In fanart, we are drawn as ugly and disheveled, wearing sweatpants and flip-flops, while they beautify the Feelers or ENTJs, ENTPs, and INTJs. Overall, it just feels like we are the last card in the deck.

​Regarding the Golden Pair, I also saw that it's ENTJ, but people ship that type way more with INFP. In conclusion, it’s like being just a filler character from an old season.

​I am a beautiful girl—weird, but pretty. The "weird" part has been used as an attribute by many who approach me... but if I weren't pretty, none of those guys would have ever looked at my way. I’m just "the pretty weird girl," but being weird stops being cute if you aren't attractive.

​To wrap this up, I want to ask you all what you think, or if you have ever felt this way.

Okay! I want to share my dream with you to get some views!

(Last night, June 2nd–3rd)

​I dreamt that a man came to kill me every night, and I would be reborn the next day. Every night, a man would arrive with a knife and chase me until he killed me, and this went on for days. I tried looking for solutions—locking every door and window tightly, staying with someone, anything—but it didn't matter; he would arrive at night and slit my throat. One night, while struggling with him, I told him I was sick of it, that it truly hurt every time he did it, and he just laughed. Finally, I told him that he wasn't human, that this wasn't normal, and that I wanted to know the truth. Then, everything changed. He stopped attacking me and asked, "Do you want to know the truth?" He then transformed into a strange thing, and I wasn't myself, and nothing was anything. I was in a purgatory, and he was one of those who tormented people there. He told me I could leave if I completed a mission: if I managed to reach Heaven in the real world. I told him I would do it, and he left me alone.

​Back in the real world, I met up with my cousin, with Esther (a mute girl who used to go to my church when I was younger), with Rosalia from my middle school, and another girl I can't remember. I was with two boys I don't remember either. We went to a church, then to an old university. Every night, they came to kill us, but this time we managed to fight back. Finally, we took a plane to an uncertain destination; it crashed in a strange world, and upon getting out, we were in Eden. We split up; the girls and I ended up in another area, and we saw an angel who weighed our actions and gave us three chalices that spoke of our virtues. First was Rosalia; she was filled with so much emotion that she started speaking in Hebrew—I recognized it, and it impressed me. Then it was Esther’s turn, who had to solve a puzzle, and then mine... but I woke up at that moment.

Since I was a child, I’ve had similar dreams; I’ve been dreaming of things like this for 15 years , I overthink it and ponder a lot whether it has hidden meanings regarding my psyche.

Okay! I want to share my dream with you to get some views!

(Last night, June 2nd–3rd)

​I dreamt that a man came to kill me every night, and I would be reborn the next day. Every night, a man would arrive with a knife and chase me until he killed me, and this went on for days. I tried looking for solutions—locking every door and window tightly, staying with someone, anything—but it didn't matter; he would arrive at night and slit my throat. One night, while struggling with him, I told him I was sick of it, that it truly hurt every time he did it, and he just laughed. Finally, I told him that he wasn't human, that this wasn't normal, and that I wanted to know the truth. Then, everything changed. He stopped attacking me and asked, "Do you want to know the truth?" He then transformed into a strange thing, and I wasn't myself, and nothing was anything. I was in a purgatory, and he was one of those who tormented people there. He told me I could leave if I completed a mission: if I managed to reach Heaven in the real world. I told him I would do it, and he left me alone.

​Back in the real world, I met up with my cousin, with Esther (a mute girl who used to go to my church when I was younger), with Rosalia from my middle school, and another girl I can't remember. I was with two boys I don't remember either. We went to a church, then to an old university. Every night, they came to kill us, but this time we managed to fight back. Finally, we took a plane to an uncertain destination; it crashed in a strange world, and upon getting out, we were in Eden. We split up; the girls and I ended up in another area, and we saw an angel who weighed our actions and gave us three chalices that spoke of our virtues. First was Rosalia; she was filled with so much emotion that she started speaking in Hebrew—I recognized it, and it impressed me. Then it was Esther’s turn, who had to solve a puzzle, and then mine... but I woke up at that moment.

Since I was a child, I’ve had similar dreams; I’ve been dreaming of things like this for 15 years , I overthink it and ponder a lot whether it has hidden meanings regarding my psyche.

Okay! I want to share my dream with you to get some views!

(Last night, June 2nd–3rd)

​I dreamt that a man came to kill me every night, and I would be reborn the next day. Every night, a man would arrive with a knife and chase me until he killed me, and this went on for days. I tried looking for solutions—locking every door and window tightly, staying with someone, anything—but it didn't matter; he would arrive at night and slit my throat. One night, while struggling with him, I told him I was sick of it, that it truly hurt every time he did it, and he just laughed. Finally, I told him that he wasn't human, that this wasn't normal, and that I wanted to know the truth. Then, everything changed. He stopped attacking me and asked, "Do you want to know the truth?" He then transformed into a strange thing, and I wasn't myself, and nothing was anything. I was in a purgatory, and he was one of those who tormented people there. He told me I could leave if I completed a mission: if I managed to reach Heaven in the real world. I told him I would do it, and he left me alone.

​Back in the real world, I met up with my cousin, with Esther (a mute girl who used to go to my church when I was younger), with Rosalia from my middle school, and another girl I can't remember. I was with two boys I don't remember either. We went to a church, then to an old university. Every night, they came to kill us, but this time we managed to fight back. Finally, we took a plane to an uncertain destination; it crashed in a strange world, and upon getting out, we were in Eden. We split up; the girls and I ended up in another area, and we saw an angel who weighed our actions and gave us three chalices that spoke of our virtues. First was Rosalia; she was filled with so much emotion that she started speaking in Hebrew—I recognized it, and it impressed me. Then it was Esther’s turn, who had to solve a puzzle, and then mine... but I woke up at that moment.

Since I was a child, I’ve had similar dreams; I’ve been dreaming of things like this for 15 years I overthink it and ponder a lot whether it has hidden meanings regarding my psyche.

Well, I'm 21 years old! What can I say about myself? I like staying at home—honestly, I’m a bit of a hermit sometimes.

​I like PC games, and my absolute favorite is definitely The Elder Scrolls.

​I work as a showgirl in a restaurant, singing. I speak Spanish and English, and a little bit of French and Italian—just a little since I'm learning bit by bit—and sometimes I can understand and speak some Japanese.

​It's not that I love the job, but the pay is good and I practically don't have to do anything except sing and interact with the crowd; honestly, I don't get embarrassed.

​My dream is to be a psychiatrist, which is why I'm working to pay for college.

​To be honest, I have my own kind of mess. I love studying; in fact, I’d say I read stuff every single day. I love psychology, history, and science, and my long-term goal is to be a polymath like my father.

​I spend a lot of time in my own head—thinking, analyzing, and exploring ideas and concepts that I either discover or make up.

​Some people think I'm charismatic, but I don't see it that way, at least not naturally.

​Sometimes I forget to eat due to my hyperfocus, and when I'm reading something that catches my attention, I forget about the world around me.

​I have a ton of clothes and shoes that I don't wear, and makeup that I don't use. The worst part is that I buy them imagining I'll wear them, but I never do because I don't go anywhere other than work.