This post is for every INFJ who can envision the future but can’t make it through their inbox. If that sounds like you, you’re not broken — just built differently. Let’s talk about why. Being an INFJ means you’re blessed and cursed with this terrifying little superpower called foresight. You can see five moves ahead…
There’s a moment — usually around 1:17 a.m. — when your brain suddenly replays something you said five years ago that ruined someone’s life. Or maybe it didn’t. Maybe they didn’t even notice. But what if they did? What if you accidentally triggered their entire villain arc with one poorly-timed “Have you tried thinking more…
I think it’s safe to say that nobody is prepared for Dandadan (or Dan Da Dan?). You walk in expecting absurdity, but then it gets weirder than you could have predicted. Yokai, cursed tunnels, interdimensional banana-organ-seeking aliens, sentient testicles — you know, the usual. What you especially don’t expect is for your own fragile human…
There’s this weird thing that happens when you’re incredibly dependable: people start to forget you exist until something goes wrong. You’re like the Wi-Fi—essential, invisible, and only appreciated when it’s down. Welcome to the emotional life of the ISFJ. You show up. You care. You remember that your partner doesn’t like pulp in their orange…
If you’re a Two, you probably know how to make yourself indispensable. You’re the one who remembers everyone’s birthday and their preferred cake flavor. The one who shows up with soup when someone so much as sneezes in your vicinity. You’re a master of love-through-action, the emotional EMT who knows how to stabilize a heart…
