For INFJs: Do you perceive yourself as being too stubborn to compromise enough to stay in a relationship long term? Do you struggle with the duality of feeling a calling to discover the world, and your place in it alone, yet feel like a bottomless pit if you have no one who returns your love, and commits to partner with you for all eternity? Do you think we are capable of staying with someone forever?
I have learnt to put aside my righteous feelings - Ni can be wrong, especially it isn't introduced to more experiences (stagnation) - and consider the communication differences between me and the other. It shocked me at first when I realized a very large amount of my communication was unspoken and implied, as though he should intuitively understand everything I said and the smallest movement of my body. That doesn't work very well; people are not mind-readers. Be clear, vocalize without scorching. Do
not let expectations for each other remain intangible, get them out in the open where they can be molded into a bond that will hold strong. I touched on this in another post about friendship: it doesn't matter who was "right" or "wrong", pointing fingers doesn't solve problems. It is quite possible to be respectful and reconciling while maintaining personal boundaries. Lrn2comunikeight.
My place in the world can easily be shared with another, helping others through whatever medium is not a secret society. Humanity really is too vast for singularity and "being unique"; ideas and problems stay the same at heart, just getting more complex as more options become available. That is tangential though, my apologies. I will expect someone else to accept me as I am, who I am,
why I am, and what I am once I have figured it out myself. The world is big enough to share with someone else and wild enough to learn something new in doing so. If a relationship works, great! Both sides accept and are complements for each other. If it doesn't, just as good. Life doesn't owe us anything, expecting to be pleased simply because we feel we deserve it is absurd. Life ain't no crystal stair, after all. Gotta work for it and discard the unfit, jagged pieces of the self. That, I believe, is love.
Hope this post isn't too offensive to anyone or overly tangential. I swear I'm trying to get better...