I'm the kind of person who skips to the conversation when reading a book.
Yes, indeed, I wanted to be a social butterfly. They are the beautiful people who flit around making everyone and everything feel more beautiful. They are graceful. And beautiful. Did I mention beauty?
But I am no butterfly. I’ve never been socially graceful. I’ve never fully understood social graces. I only knew that they looked beautiful on someone else.
I’ve known for a long time that I am an INTJ. Every time I take the test, I get the same results.
INTJs are hawks and snakes. They ravage others.
When I was called a female dog this past year — I’m talking about the 5 letter version of that term — it didn’t hurt like it used to. That’s because I now have a very small circle of friends.
Female INTJs are often referred to in that way. We make up about 1% of the population. Thank goodness, eh?
Think a female version of House — and there’s your INTJ woman. Not the best friend in the world. Blunt, abrupt, coarse. Yeah, I can see why we don’t have friends.
But that makes us ever the more thankful for the few that we have. We just may never tell them that.
I followed the rules this time for Five Minute Friday. Five minutes of writing on a given prompt. No back-tracking and editing (except I did to add a link). Is it cheating that I thought about it first? The first thought that came to my mind when I saw the prompt, “friend”, was that I don’t have many and I blame it on my personality type. But the few that I have are treasures beyond measure, because they’ve taken the time to get past my caustic side and find the wannabe butterfly hidden away inside.