ElizabethPW, someone I know “only” from social networking sent me on a journey today and it feels good because somehow it gave me a chance to see myself as okay and not necessarily as freaky as I sometimes think I am. People (even those who you’d think know me) for years have been INSISTING that I am an extrovert.
I’m outgoing enough, seem to know a lot of people and generally can go along to get along for a decent amount of time — like if I’m stuck at sea on a cruise ship, at a networking event or a conference or convention. However, I prefer the small, intimate gatherings and discussions that take place outside of the big meeting halls and I’d rather sit during the break with a journal in a sliver of sun than with a group eating their yogurt.
This is part of my lesson – learning to trust and be transparent and more fully present. When I get out of my own way and trust and participate fully, it’s a gift because it let’s me be fully myself — not hiding and closing off.
My natural inclination, especially when I’m tired or fearful, and stuck in a social situation is to use sleight of hand. My sleight of hand comes two ways. Sometimes its the way I’m funny, acerbic and witty, drawing laughs and hellos from the room. It’s introducing you to everyone around me and ensuring that you have a topic to talk about so that I can slip out the back door for a quick breath of fresh air.
The second version is when I play the role of investigative journalist. In this role I spend a great deal of time asking you questions and creating more questions based on the answers you give. As other folks join us, I include them in the conversation and share the most interesting tidbits I’ve learned from you with the new person. The two of you find many points of common interest and I can head outside for a breath of fresh air.
In both scenarios, everyone who meets me tells me how outgoing and extroverted I am — and what a great speaker I am.
Cool.
What I find most interesting in terms of this behavior is how it made sense in my hand analysis. I saw it as a way I was using my gifts – of communication, mentoring and intuition – to hide out from my fear of being ’seen.’ Of course then I’d sometimes wonder why I felt so misunderstood, but that’s another story.
Like Elizabeth, I think there are many tools to get to our juicy tootsy-roll center (our inner goodness/purpose) but I do love assessment tests and knowing that my INFJ-ness is okay, even if it’s often misunderstood because we’re scarce.
