“You must be an INFJ or an INFP,” my friend Tanya said.
I hadn’t taken the Myers-Briggs personality test in a while, and our conversation sparked my curious as to what it would say.
Lo’ and behold, the letters “INFJ” appeared on the screen. This type is said to be the rarest one – making up less than 1% of the world’s population. It made sense; I constantly feel like the birth child of an extrovert and introvert, I have a hard time trusting people who I first meet, and I choose to help others more often than myself.
Being alone in New York has been a bit overwhelming at times, but has allowed me to truly focus on myself. To understand how I want my free time to be spent. To put myself in unfamiliar scenarios. To learn about wonders I never had the chance to dive into.
Everything seems to be at my fingertips - completely within reach, within touch. And I’m eager to get my hands on all the energy this city has to offer me.