I just found this on personality cafe.I guess this is not the original post :
****BEGINNING OF STORY****
I'll warn you, fellow traveler, that I'm writing this post through the lens of a disgusting looking glass. If you are in a happy bubbly mood then perhaps skip to the end, because what I'm going describe is the hench rage of an INFJ that had his thresh hold crossed. (a bit, you'll see) and hopefully you can relate.
****TEXT BREAK****
Rightio, to business. One of the things that our type is known for is our cheery positivity and insistence on seeing the best in any given situation. I love being able to do this, and understanding how the functions work explained why I am the optimist I am, but this isn't what I'm here to write about. I was trying to find the perfect metaphor to represent my feelings (as we famously do), and I came to the conclusion that the INFJ type is perfectly represented by the moon. Both in behaviour and feature. The moon sits in orbit of the earth, where the people all live, and sits at a distance in a constant state of reflecting the warmth of warm Sun back to all the people. The Sun can represent the Intuition, depth or whatever it is you like. We're givers, and this is what the moon does. It's it's primary feature to relay warmth to the furry earth creatures. Furthering the metaphor and branching off into the territory of the infamous INFJ rage, is the moon's "other side". The Astronauts call it the "dead zone", the "no go zone". Why? Because it's dangerous and you shouldn't go there. It seems like a simple enough instruction but some people do not follow this instruction. The "other side" of the moon due to lack of provided light/warmth from the sun, is essentially, a quiet, cold, unlit desert. It's also interesting to consider the fact that the moon does not rotate. What this means is the same cheery side of the cheery moon is always facing the planet and the earth creatures. Sound familiar?
Watching the moon from earth, you will only ever see the warm fuzzy face. The moon never shows that darker
face, and there is a good reason for that.
Down to the grittiest of it. I'm almost characterized by my optimism (which is a huge positive because negativity though important if it is emotional is repulsive) I love being alive and breathing and playing with my cat and e.e cummings. These beautiful things, when, caught in the slamming wind of the triggered Se cyclone however, are shortly thundered out of existence and into an unreachable void until the storm stops. In this moment, there is no art, there is no beauty, there is no sound or countries or money or e.e cummings (the sexy poet he is), there is only binary digits. When I "snap" (I cringe at the use of that) everything is still, like the world is paused. Time stops. You know the only place in the universe where time stops? A singularity. Or a black hole you could call it which I personally find less sexy but whatever works. There is no such thing as identity any more. Or the ego. I've forgotten the sound of your voice and I don't recognize your face, or where we're standing, or if we're standing. You have no cultural heritage, no parents, and most deliciously, no feelings. You are a number. You might be a 216 or a 217 or a 1003, it's irrelevant, because now you're a faceless, nameless blank entity, and I outstretched my arms through the cold black of my subconscious, and I have the golden formula. X will equal Y reaction and so on. Every intimate, biting detail my mental archive contains on you will roar out of the singularity and envelope you. I want to envelope you in the tear of space. Whatever meaningless number you are I will calculate and work you down to 1, but that isn't satisfying enough. No. I will make you 0. I don't hate you, because even that is giving you something, and I want to take it all from you. You have no value. Blank, cold, quiet, empty, pale nothing. Reduced. You have reached the back of the moon, away from the warmth.
As the singularity closes everything roars back. Sound, America, Socialism, 3:30pm on a Friday, television, my cat (and more importantly e.e cummings). Everything is returned to its previous place outside the void. Except you, or whoever the person in question is. They are still trapped there.
Now I'm speaking to you, fellow INFJ. It's in your mind, but that doesn't matter. The person's value that you reduced to the tiny 1 became 0, and the planets population went down a single furry earth creature. You are the moon, a born giver of warmth, and you just took it from someone. The violent explosive eruption blasted their little candle into the void, and now they are no longer in your light. They are in your dark, because you killed them. Your depth isn't common and nothing could have prepared them for the tidal barrage of emotion you drove at them.
****CONCLUSION****
I don't know if you'll regret what you did. You might, but what you just did violated the universe. You rotated the warm side of your moon away from the furry earthlings who rely on you and depend on you for help, and one of them died. You did it out of greed because you wanted the warmth all for yourself, but you don't get warmth when you turn away from the Sun. The Sun doesn't give warmth to people who are greedy.
To any of you who feel like this. I know its difficult, but we have to give and help. We are uncommon and strange, but we are important, and we have purpose. The earth creatures need us. As the intense moons we are, there will always be the other side where your fears and your thoughts and your feelings are that people might not understand, and you will feel frustration by being misunderstood and even under-appreciated, but the earth needs the moon. They need the moon because the moon gives them warmth, and allows them to see things they otherwise wouldn't when the night rolls in. Imagine them groping their way around the jungle without us? Pfft. We are additionally reputed for our habit of bottling up emotions and continuously shaking the carbonated bottle until it explodes shooting the contents up the walls. This is extremely unhealthy regardless of mbti type, and its important you treat your own emotions in a healthy way, because you understand now from the story above what the analogy of the Bottle is referring to, and how it negatively affects anyone involved. Your needs are important, don't suppress them until you implode.
TL;DR: INFJs are moons. Don't fuck with the moon because it will inhale the universe. It's you're JOB to be a moon. You're needed as the moon.
****BEGINNING OF STORY****
I'll warn you, fellow traveler, that I'm writing this post through the lens of a disgusting looking glass. If you are in a happy bubbly mood then perhaps skip to the end, because what I'm going describe is the hench rage of an INFJ that had his thresh hold crossed. (a bit, you'll see) and hopefully you can relate.
****TEXT BREAK****
Rightio, to business. One of the things that our type is known for is our cheery positivity and insistence on seeing the best in any given situation. I love being able to do this, and understanding how the functions work explained why I am the optimist I am, but this isn't what I'm here to write about. I was trying to find the perfect metaphor to represent my feelings (as we famously do), and I came to the conclusion that the INFJ type is perfectly represented by the moon. Both in behaviour and feature. The moon sits in orbit of the earth, where the people all live, and sits at a distance in a constant state of reflecting the warmth of warm Sun back to all the people. The Sun can represent the Intuition, depth or whatever it is you like. We're givers, and this is what the moon does. It's it's primary feature to relay warmth to the furry earth creatures. Furthering the metaphor and branching off into the territory of the infamous INFJ rage, is the moon's "other side". The Astronauts call it the "dead zone", the "no go zone". Why? Because it's dangerous and you shouldn't go there. It seems like a simple enough instruction but some people do not follow this instruction. The "other side" of the moon due to lack of provided light/warmth from the sun, is essentially, a quiet, cold, unlit desert. It's also interesting to consider the fact that the moon does not rotate. What this means is the same cheery side of the cheery moon is always facing the planet and the earth creatures. Sound familiar?
Watching the moon from earth, you will only ever see the warm fuzzy face. The moon never shows that darker
face, and there is a good reason for that.
Down to the grittiest of it. I'm almost characterized by my optimism (which is a huge positive because negativity though important if it is emotional is repulsive) I love being alive and breathing and playing with my cat and e.e cummings. These beautiful things, when, caught in the slamming wind of the triggered Se cyclone however, are shortly thundered out of existence and into an unreachable void until the storm stops. In this moment, there is no art, there is no beauty, there is no sound or countries or money or e.e cummings (the sexy poet he is), there is only binary digits. When I "snap" (I cringe at the use of that) everything is still, like the world is paused. Time stops. You know the only place in the universe where time stops? A singularity. Or a black hole you could call it which I personally find less sexy but whatever works. There is no such thing as identity any more. Or the ego. I've forgotten the sound of your voice and I don't recognize your face, or where we're standing, or if we're standing. You have no cultural heritage, no parents, and most deliciously, no feelings. You are a number. You might be a 216 or a 217 or a 1003, it's irrelevant, because now you're a faceless, nameless blank entity, and I outstretched my arms through the cold black of my subconscious, and I have the golden formula. X will equal Y reaction and so on. Every intimate, biting detail my mental archive contains on you will roar out of the singularity and envelope you. I want to envelope you in the tear of space. Whatever meaningless number you are I will calculate and work you down to 1, but that isn't satisfying enough. No. I will make you 0. I don't hate you, because even that is giving you something, and I want to take it all from you. You have no value. Blank, cold, quiet, empty, pale nothing. Reduced. You have reached the back of the moon, away from the warmth.
As the singularity closes everything roars back. Sound, America, Socialism, 3:30pm on a Friday, television, my cat (and more importantly e.e cummings). Everything is returned to its previous place outside the void. Except you, or whoever the person in question is. They are still trapped there.
Now I'm speaking to you, fellow INFJ. It's in your mind, but that doesn't matter. The person's value that you reduced to the tiny 1 became 0, and the planets population went down a single furry earth creature. You are the moon, a born giver of warmth, and you just took it from someone. The violent explosive eruption blasted their little candle into the void, and now they are no longer in your light. They are in your dark, because you killed them. Your depth isn't common and nothing could have prepared them for the tidal barrage of emotion you drove at them.
****CONCLUSION****
I don't know if you'll regret what you did. You might, but what you just did violated the universe. You rotated the warm side of your moon away from the furry earthlings who rely on you and depend on you for help, and one of them died. You did it out of greed because you wanted the warmth all for yourself, but you don't get warmth when you turn away from the Sun. The Sun doesn't give warmth to people who are greedy.
To any of you who feel like this. I know its difficult, but we have to give and help. We are uncommon and strange, but we are important, and we have purpose. The earth creatures need us. As the intense moons we are, there will always be the other side where your fears and your thoughts and your feelings are that people might not understand, and you will feel frustration by being misunderstood and even under-appreciated, but the earth needs the moon. They need the moon because the moon gives them warmth, and allows them to see things they otherwise wouldn't when the night rolls in. Imagine them groping their way around the jungle without us? Pfft. We are additionally reputed for our habit of bottling up emotions and continuously shaking the carbonated bottle until it explodes shooting the contents up the walls. This is extremely unhealthy regardless of mbti type, and its important you treat your own emotions in a healthy way, because you understand now from the story above what the analogy of the Bottle is referring to, and how it negatively affects anyone involved. Your needs are important, don't suppress them until you implode.
TL;DR: INFJs are moons. Don't fuck with the moon because it will inhale the universe. It's you're JOB to be a moon. You're needed as the moon.
