I even paid for an extended reading of my own type. It’s all very satisfying, labeling people, until it’s problematic.My obsession reached a fever pitch while I was in a serious relationship with an ISFJ.
"I can't wait to get to know you more," he said, the words seeming so genuine.
"I'm an ISTJ," he told me, and that's the moment I decided it could be doomed.
It was only my fourth date with the guy, but until then, he'd seemed perfect: an intelligent 23-year-old with blond hair, visible maturity, and the derring-do to wear a pink button-up. , categorizes people into 16 different, four-letter personality types, where each letter represents a preference between two modes of thinking—extroverted (E) versus introverted (I); sensing (S) versus intuitive (N); thinking (T) versus feeling (F); and judging (J) versus perceiving (P).
Was it fair of me then to blame it partly on his Myers-Briggs type? ) , I determined some types better complemented mine.
The INFP was specifically called out as a strong match.
(That was super trendy for a while; now I’m convinced I’m just self-conscious around people and find that very tiring.) When the website 16Personalities rebranded the MBTI with colorful elves in hats and cute little monikers like “Adventurer” and “Virtuoso,” I turned into a nightmare.