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!
you have my respect. It is good that you are doing this for your family. It can be difficult at times. Do you make time for yourself too? I hope so. For me it helps to decompress all the frustration while not feeling appreciated. I remind myself daily how selfish I am in my selflessness. I feel joy in helping others...especially those I hold dear <3