I love the sun, the blue sky, the warmth, and the breeze that envelops me. I’m consistently amazed at how the weather can lift one’s spirits and breathe life into an otherwise dried and weary soul. It creates a connection, yet a little bubble in which I can wander freely without worry or fear.
Sometimes I wonder where the line is drawn between humility and self-criticism. Maybe thinking there’s a clear and distinct line means that I’m looking at it wrong.
It’s hard to say really where one ends and the other begins. Outwardly, don’t they look nearly the same? Although I know they do not. I can clearly point to others and say when I feel that they are being critical, and when they’re being humble.
My own emotions are much harder for me to understand. There are so many times where I will feel something, not realizing that I’m actually feeling the emotions of someone else around me.
I appreciate this ability sometimes, but sometimes I also wonder why the chameleon personality. It’s easier for me to distinguish the feelings of others than it is for me to understand my own.
Is this immaturity? Perhaps a need that I’ve been searching to be filled, when maybe, the answer is in the still and quiet, when I’m here alone.
I think sometimes that’s part of the reason I like alone time so much, it’s the one time that I can (almost) be clear of other people’s feelings enough to understand my own.
Any other INFJs experience anything similar?