I’ve pretty much always known I was an introvert. Throughout my school life, I struggled with “coming out of my shell” and willing myself to be more social. Teachers would tell my parents at conferences that I was a model student, but I was quiet.

But it wasn’t until fairly recently that I discovered I was an INFJ and everything made sense! Except, nothing made sense! (INFJs are weird, y’all). It is the most rare personality type, claiming 1-3% of the population. It was freaky reading the INFJ profile and putting into words what I’ve felt, and normalizing my strange behaviors.

I’m not the only one who believes tirelessly in egalitarian ideals!

I’m not the only one who quickly withdraws without notice!

I’m not the only one who has to find the hidden meaning in everything!

I’m not the only one who finds day-to-day tasks such as grocery shopping…