My whole life I knew I was different. I could think and feel and see things that I knew other people could only dream of. Whenever I would try to explain my divine insights, I would invariably be sneered at or mocked or shunned by my lesser peers. I learned that in this world chock-full of the simple-minded and the morally bankrupt, I am superior; therefore, I suffer.
There are other types similar to myself -- such as the other NFs and the NTs. But I soon learned that even they could not understand me -- INFJ alone is free from the restraints imposed by social groups, restraints the ENFs have to contend with their entire lives, and which unfortunately taint their perceptions, which might otherwise be very original, deep, and unique, like my own. Of all the types, INFPs are closest to understanding me -- but let's be real, they only wish they were me.
The NTs, especially the INTs, I have found to be very intelligent and all those nice things, but they have their own shackles, imperceptible to them, that tie down their imaginations with a terrible weight -- namely, logic and knowledge. If not for this colossal shortcoming, they might be as wise and supernatural and omniscient as I am. It's a terrible waste, if you ask me -- they can build their little robots and play with their little calculators and construct weapons of mass destruction the likes of which the world has never seen -- but they still can't plumb the depths of the mysteries of the universe like I can, because, you see, I am by my very nature above the trifles that are logic and scientific knowledge. What need does an INFJ like me have for such frivolous things? Why, none at all.
I could never explain this difference to myself, the difference between myself and other people -- I just knew it was there. Then one day I came across a beautiful and ingenious system that could finally explain to me what I am and why I am this way. This system corroborated all the hunches I'd had throughout my whole life -- that I am superior and the rarest type of all. This system is the peerless Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, and my type is INFJ, the rarest of all types.
Life is not easy for me, but this is a fact I have grown to accept after a lifetime of weary marching. I suspect I am the only true INFJ -- people on the internet claim to have gotten this result on their own tests, or through their own research, but I believe them to be wannabes keen on bolstering their self-esteem by associating with a rare and elusive personality type like my own. Will I ever meet another like myself? I cannot say. But I hope I do, because that way I will know I am not alone in this impossibly large universe, and to meet a mind on my own wavelength would perhaps allow me to, for once, connect with another human being.
But such an event would be miraculous, and I can only conclude that to harbor such a hope would be beyond sanguine. No, I am alone. I alone am unique. I alone am special. I am INFJ.
