Isn’t it funny when people ask me for my opinion they typically can’t take it? Isn’t it sad that when I get emotionally slutty people flee in fear of my inner intensity? How crazy is it that I could go an hour staring away from you and notice every move you make? Isn’t it baffling that all those who've tried to understand me eventually gave up? And isn’t it ironic that every single one of them, and you, will think of me again; over and over again. INFJ refuge
Infj, especially the ethical part. Sometimes it would be nice to be able to be just as scummy as the person who did you wrong but it's not really an option for an Infj because our moral compasses are so strong we'd hate ourselves afterwards..