#nfj

Kisawa Sanctuary, Benguerra Island,  Mozambique, Africa,

INFJ: Do you think you can tell what I‘m thinking or feeling just by looking at me? Cause I know that I have a very expressive face, yet people somehow never seem to be able to read me.

INTJ: Well, you always seem nice and polite, and you seem so with everyone. There are never any emotional peaks in your behaviour, it‘s always restrained and hidden behind a smile. That makes it difficult to know if you are either genuinely always nice to absolutely everyone or just extremely fake.

INFJ: Great. Cause in hindsight I wonder if that one ENFJ back in high school who I always had this long eye contact with for years every time we met despite never having talked to each other ever knew that I had a crush on him. Cause none of my friends ever noticed and he always just stared at me and I just stared at him and nothing ever happened and now I think we might have just both been idiots wondering if the other person felt the same and none of us was ever really sure. Maybe we were both waiting for the other to give us a sign that it‘s okay, but never gave one ourselves out of fear.

INTJ: What an idiot. That is indeed very possible.

INFJ: I just always thought he was too cool for me, but that‘s so stupid. He wasn‘t even one of the cool kids, he was friends with the nerds. He just got along with literally everyone and I think that terrified me because I was never really able to read him either. Cause maybe he just happened to look at me while I was looking at him looking at every person in the room, you know? Maybe it was all just an accident every single time.