I am an INTJ. Lest I forget.
It’s funny, given the broken record that is my life and my emotional state, that I don’t seem to recall, when it would be most helpful, that I am an INTJ. I would save myself so much emotional anguish, were I able to remember that one small detail. It explains so much.
Why am I so unlike most of the population? Because I am an INTJ. It’s normal (for an INTJ).
There is an explanation for me. There is a category for me.
BAM.
Case closed.
Return to zen.
Amen.
And hallelujah to boot.
(p.s. I am a very Feeling INTJ. More like a borderline INXJ. Which explains more.)