Morgenstern36
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- MBTI
- Infj
Do you find that acts of selflessness are part of what up an INFJ? Knowing that others are happy almost makes up for not being happy myself.
I feel like I started putting others happiness first started when I was young. I am not saying that I am a saint or completely selfless, because that would be a lie. I feel that I was conscious of the thoughts and feelings of others more than kids my age.
My father moved far away when I was 2. When I was 6 or 7, I finally got to visit him where he lived for a week or so. One afternoon he asked what I would like to watch on tv. I told him that I would like to watch his motorcycle races. I knew he loved them and that was what he would be watching if I wasn't there. I found them incredibly boring and the race seemed to never end. I suppose that I felt like I did not want to have him dread watching cartoons, so I would suffer watching motorcycles going in circles. To this day he talks about the time that I was young and I wanted to watch motorcycle races with him. I suppose that made him proud. I do not think he knows how I really feel and I suppose he never will. When he brings it up, I smile to myself thinking how naive he must be. I suppose it is my fault for never telling him the true reason.
I would like to hear other stories of selflessness. Please share!
I feel like I started putting others happiness first started when I was young. I am not saying that I am a saint or completely selfless, because that would be a lie. I feel that I was conscious of the thoughts and feelings of others more than kids my age.
My father moved far away when I was 2. When I was 6 or 7, I finally got to visit him where he lived for a week or so. One afternoon he asked what I would like to watch on tv. I told him that I would like to watch his motorcycle races. I knew he loved them and that was what he would be watching if I wasn't there. I found them incredibly boring and the race seemed to never end. I suppose that I felt like I did not want to have him dread watching cartoons, so I would suffer watching motorcycles going in circles. To this day he talks about the time that I was young and I wanted to watch motorcycle races with him. I suppose that made him proud. I do not think he knows how I really feel and I suppose he never will. When he brings it up, I smile to myself thinking how naive he must be. I suppose it is my fault for never telling him the true reason.
I would like to hear other stories of selflessness. Please share!