i'm an INFJ. I feel I should use this to explain why at last year's (2006) wiscon when you said either hello, or hey or bye or see ya, I was completely unable to respond and practically ran away. I felt bad about that for a while, and did that itntroverted thing where we kick our own asses and beat ourself to death for our own failings as humans.
I will also use the INFJ thing to explain why I was possibly the dullest across-the-table dinner companion poor Haddayr has ever had.
I fool people, though. When I'm comfortable (in situations where the parameters are set and I know my role and have a fairly good idea of what will ensue), I can pretend to be extroverted. But it's highly unlikely I will tell you deep secrets or whatever.
but your post was me when i was little. running over tales of my own lameness in my own head, anxiety, freak outs. Weeping. Oh yes.
i still can not meet new people with any comfort. I find it almost impossible to just be myself if there's any chance that i need to impress the new-person. It's awesome. I don't go to parties. I say no, or don't respond. I can't go to bars (fortunately the bars here are terrible, even though I do like to dance and can do so without worrying about looking like an idiot, even though I most certainly look like an idiot. This is also why I go to goth/industrial nights where everyone is a freak).
anyway, i wanted to say I'm with you! and kind of apologize for being rude at Wiscon. I know you understand though, that I didn't mean to be.
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Date: 2007-07-10 04:13 am (UTC)I will also use the INFJ thing to explain why I was possibly the dullest across-the-table dinner companion poor Haddayr has ever had.
I fool people, though. When I'm comfortable (in situations where the parameters are set and I know my role and have a fairly good idea of what will ensue), I can pretend to be extroverted. But it's highly unlikely I will tell you deep secrets or whatever.
but your post was me when i was little. running over tales of my own lameness in my own head, anxiety, freak outs. Weeping. Oh yes.
i still can not meet new people with any comfort. I find it almost impossible to just be myself if there's any chance that i need to impress the new-person. It's awesome. I don't go to parties. I say no, or don't respond. I can't go to bars (fortunately the bars here are terrible, even though I do like to dance and can do so without worrying about looking like an idiot, even though I most certainly look like an idiot. This is also why I go to goth/industrial nights where everyone is a freak).
anyway, i wanted to say I'm with you! and kind of apologize for being rude at Wiscon. I know you understand though, that I didn't mean to be.
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