It's Not Fun Being INTJ

Hi everyone!

I know... negative post, it seems. But it's been really hard dealing sometimes, because my family's full of all these freakish lovey-dovey-extroverted freaks. (that was redundant!) And I'm not an extrovert. Or lovey-dovey. In fact, I'm an introvert who likes being hugged and told I'm pretty behind closed doors. (PDA? No, thank you!) And sometimes they don't get my need for privacy. (I'm not talking about the "leave my phone alone!" privacy. More like...)

Today. I was calling the lady back for the interview, and accidentally said I was available when my family was going to be out of town. Yes, I would be able to go, but only if I walked. So I had to call her back and explain that my family was going to be gone, I couldn't make it, sorry. She said they'd call me back by the end of the week to see if next week would work.

And, she had given me one other time--tomorrow, during a doctor's appointment to help clear up my lady problems. And it's hard thinking, "Hey, chica, you just made yourself an appointment for something they can't do much about when you could've been getting a job!" How can you not kick yourself for doing something like that?

I know, I know. I'm just uber stressed out because this is my first job interview and nothing's working thus far. Yes, it sucks. But calm down. (<-said to self)

See, that's one of the many INTJ flaws. Now, don't get me wrong--sin is sin, no excuses, but God does have a science about His ways. Is it too far-fetched to think that there are 16 different types of people that all struggle with different sins--or how they react to them? I don't think so. In fact, I kind of really agree with this. And my fatal flaw is that I really don't like being unprepared--and it showing. 

This is common throughout INTJ's. We're snobbish with our knowledge, but if you're telling us something new, yes, YES!, we do shut-up. Especially if you're telling us interesting knowledge. But if you're telling us something we know is wrong, prepare to be ignored. (possibly forever) There's just some things that can't be argued, people, and those are facts.

But, we don't like not being organized. I've noticed that the messier my room gets, the more depressed I get. I wish I were joking, but I'm not. And confusion and not have an exact thumb on what's going on--that makes me wish I could bury my head into a hole and keep it there, forever and ever. And no, I don't always get super-depressed with confusion, but it does make me upset. And when I'm upset, I need to be alone. I will come back and tell you everything. But I will not talk if you pester me about something.

And when my mom started peppering me with questions when I was obviously upset, yes, that did make me even more not-so-happy. Because I feel like I've blown off this opportunity, and that's irresponsible and not very... well, good. At all. And I'm upset at myself for making that mistake. So, now I'll just hold my breath and hope the job stays open.

(note: all non-failed relationships with me have always been "hey, I won't pry, let's just chill, 'k?". I think girls bother me because I don't want to talk. I'd rather silence unless something major had to be said.)

Cheers!
Jenn