iNtuition = Obliviousness (#4)
I was headed over to an INFJ’s place yesterday. Once I got into the vicinity, long after I had lost cell phone reception, I remembered I didn’t actually know where the INFJ lived.
I knew I was in the right area, so I basically drove in circles for half an hour hoping something would jump out at me. Remember, navigating is still stressful for me. Cell phone reception was far enough back that I was avoiding returning to where I’d be able to call people.
An INTP I know also lives in the vicinity, so I decided to drop by their house -- however awkward -- and ask to use their phone. Alas, no one was home.
Finally, I decided to visit the gas station a few miles back. Harrowed and dizzy, I had no qualms impulsively asking a stranger to use their cell phone.