What it is and why it happens
Since the explosion in popularity of Susan Cain’s book Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking, pop culture sort of exploded with introvert versus extrovert qualities via memes and the like. It’s safe to say nearly everyone has a good idea which side of the spectrum they fall on.
I am a true introvert, an INFJ — the rarest personality type. I require little social interaction and deeply crave solitude (preferably in a clean house, tbh). My social circle is microscopically small. I’ll always choose an audiobook or documentary at home over whatever is the latest at the box office.
I didn’t know this about myself until midway through college. Had I learned this earlier, I probably could have saved myself a lot of heartache and trial and error. Because I didn’t, I struggled through much of my adulthood with attempting to fit in, feeling misunderstood, then repeat.
These types are highly sensitive individuals with extreme intuition. After learning this about myself, many facets of my life started to make sense slowly. Before this, I believed that I was too sensitive and too much of a bookworm with a talent for very harshly cutting people out of my life. Then I learned about the infamous INFJ door slam. A technique deployed when the highly…
