INFJ Favorite Songs of the Week!

1. Embrace Me–Greg Laswell

Oh wind, won’t you take me up to the sky
I can get a good look down at this life of mine
River, won’t you take me out into the sea
I can get a good look back at the land that grounds me

2. Wave–Beck  

I move away from this place
In the form of a disturbance
And enter into the world
Like some tiny distortion

3. It Was Always You–Maroon 5

Woke up sweating from a dream
With a different kind of feeling
All day long my heart was beating
Searching for the meaning

4. Love Runs Out–OneRepublic

I’ll be your light, your match, your burning sun,
I’ll be the bright, in black that’s makin’ you run.

5. This One Has Flown–Sam Martin

This one is gone
This one has flown
I have lost something pure..

6. Battle Cry–Imagine Dragons

Stars are only visible in darkness
Fear is ever-changing and evolving
And I, I can poison these eyes
But I, I feel so alive
Nobody can save you now
The king is crowned
It’s do or die
Nobody can save me now
The only sound
Is the battle cry


INFJ Favorite Songs of the Week

As an INFJ, music is one of my favorite things! Here are my top 5 songs of the week…I have been playing them on repeat

1. All of Me–John Legend  “Love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections.”

2. Battle Cry–Imagine Dragons “Stars are only visible in darkness, Fear is ever-changing and evolving. And I, I feel poisoned inside..But I, I feel so alive”

3. Lovers on the Sun–David Guetta ft. Sam Martin “Let’s light it up, let’s light it up until our hearts catch fire, Then show the world a burning light that never shined so bright.”

4. Sideways–Wrabel  “Maybe we’re going under, Maybe we’re both about to break, we’re not going up, not going down, we’re sideways, sideways…”

5. Stay With Me–Sam Smith “Why am I so emotional? No, it’s not a good look, gain some self-control and deep down I know this never works, but you can lay with me so it doesn’t hurt?”

INFJ Pet Peeves



Below are a list of my pet peeves, as an INFJ.  Please note that these aren’t meant to speak for all INFJs, as we are more than our personality type.  That said, feel free to add yours in the comments!  🙂

-Inconsiderate people.  I get frustrated with those that do not consider the needs or feelings of those around them, especially when it is obvious.  I make it a point to be considerate, and would like the same in return.  If I get up for a glass of water, I’m going to offer you one, too.  If I am walking down the aisle at the grocery store and another shopper is headed in my direction, I am going to make room for them.  I’m not going to clog up the aisle and give them a dirty look when they struggle to squeeze by me.  Unfortunately, the world is full of inconsiderate people, making this a constant source of frustration.  I will bend over backwards for people I don’t even know, yet no one does this for me.  Sometimes I get fed up and think to myself, “If ya can’t beat ’em, join ’em!”  Then I cut someone off in traffic, or flip out on the cable company when my DVR is broken again.  I am not proud of this.  As a matter of fact, I feel pretty darn guilty afterwards.  It is so out of character for me.  But it does happen on very rare occasions when I have had enough.

-Shallow and superficial people. I see so much depth to everything in life, so I don’t understand how other people can’t.  I know there is more to life than popularity, job titles, money, the vehicle you drive, what brand your clothes are, or what you look like.  I see right past a person’s appearance and into who they really are.  This is effortless, like breathing.  I don’t look at someone’s clothes and decide we can’t be friends based on their fashion choices alone.  Shows like “Fashion Police” drive me nuts; sitting around judging people for what they wear is ridiculous.  There is way more underneath that “hideous” dress and perfect body–there is a soul in there with feelings.  People who put a tremendous amount of importance on “stuff” are people I don’t usually have much in common with.  This is why small talk is annoying and tiresome–it is nothing more than a superficial, meaningless waste of breath.  I find it really irritating.  I know that “stuff” is just a tornado or fire away from being gone, and most of it is replaceable.  I would rather invest in my relationships with loved ones than in stuff…my family and friends cannot be replaced and time is precious.  I think of life in terms of, “when I’m on my deathbed, am I going to even care of about this?  What is really going to have mattered at that point?”

-Selfishness–Looking out for number one at the expense of everyone else.  For example: Doing drugs when you know you’re pregnant and putting your unborn child at risk just so you can get a high.  Gambling your bank account away when you have a family at home who depends on you.  Starving and neglecting your dog because you are too lazy to care for it.  Driving drunk, putting countless innocent lives at risk because you couldn’t be bothered to call a cab.  Making an elderly woman stand on the subway because you are too comfortable to give up your seat.  Walking right past someone who obviously needs help.  Suing McDonald’s for millions because YOU spilled hot coffee.  That is selfishness.  Selfishness is the root of all evil.  If you know you’re actions are going to needlessly hurt someone and you do it anyway, that drives me crazy.  Life isn’t fair…life is brutal.  But we are all in this together, like it or not.  We can make each other’s lives even more miserable, or we can lend a helping hand.  Imagine how much it would change the world if every single person made an effort to help someone.  It is good to put yourself first sometimes, healthy, even!  But there is a delicate balance.  We also need to learn the value of putting others ahead of ourselves.  (Being a parent will teach you this very quickly!)

What are yours?

My Fascination with Dreams and the Subconcious


I’ve had very vivid dreams for as long as I can remember.  My imagination goes crazy at night, and this dark, twisted side of my subconscious emerges. I have had nightmares that would put Stephen King to shame.  I’ve dreamed about my own funeral, finding bodies under my bed, nightmares about mental hospitals, butcher shops and people I love dying; I dreamed that my son was dropped on his head on a sidewalk when he was a newborn (I was utterly devastated, and had to go check on him before I could even think about going back to bed)!  I’ve had countless dreams of tornados and plane crashes (all of which I’ve survived), dreams where I am in murky water surrounded by snakes & alligators, or that I’m in an ocean with huge waves where I am desperately trying to save my son, or I’m watching a horrible accident unfold right in front of me and I am helpless to stop it.   It is so real when I dream, I actually believe it’s happening.  It can be quite terrifying; I sometimes wake up hyperventilating, crying, sweating, and so very confused. Sometimes I almost scream in my sleep and wake my husband up (which says a lot, since he sleeps through anything)!

I have experienced a strange state of deep sleep/consciousness where I literally couldn’t take a breath-my brain told my body to breathe, but my body refused.  I was completely paralyzed-I couldn’t move a single muscle, breathe or even make a sound.  I  started suffocating; as if my mind, body and soul had completely disconnected. I was wide awake on the inside, but my body felt almost dead.  I remember laying there in my bed, only a teenager, honestly thinking, “this is it..I’m dying in my sleep right here, right now.”  No matter how loud my mind screamed at my lungs to breathe, they just wouldn’t do it.  I reached a point where I wasn’t even scared anymore-I just accepted what was happening.  Suddenly, my lungs gasped for breath!  I was so relieved.  It’s happened a few times since, and its always horrifying.

I still have a lot of nightmares, but not always.  I have had a handful of amazing dreams where I can fly, or talk to loved ones that have passed.  Most of the time my dreams are kind of dark, but it doesn’t bother me so much anymore. Maybe I have learned to embrace them instead of fear them, I don’t know.  I have dreams that predict the future, dreams that are so spiritual that I can’t shake the feeling they were more than just a dream, and some that are an entertaining mish-mash of my waking life.

I have been greatly intrigued by dreams since childhood…always seeking their meaning.  It is like tapping into a part of myself that I cannot access while awake.  It is so fascinating!  It’s a whole different side of me that I can’t access at will-I have to wait until it feels like revealing itself.  I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have full access to my subconscious, to unearth everything hidden away in there, see the repressed memories, and experience it’s uninhibited, limitless imagination while awake.  Does it hold the key to who I really am?  What could my subconscious teach me?  Would I have a greater understanding of myself and the world? Or would it be too overwhelming, too dark, and much more than I can handle?  I may never know.

I would love to hear everyone’s thoughts on this.  INFJs, do you all have vivid dreams as well?

You Know You’re An INFJ When…

-You suffer from “emotional sponge syndrome.”  You literally soak up the emotions of everyone around you, like it or not.

-You can easily help others figure out their problems, but figuring out your own is another ballgame.

-You are really proud of yourself when you get through small talk without being awkward.

-You HATE talking on the phone.  You procrastinate if you have to call someone, and practice what you will say beforehand.

-You pretend things don’t bother you when they really do.  You put on your poker face, because being called “over sensitive” and “dramatic” just adds insult to injury.

-You sound like a bumbling idiot when you try to verbalize your own emotions.  It always makes things worse, so you realize that you’re better off keeping your mouth shut.

-You know what it is to feel completely misunderstood and totally alone in a room full of people.

-You get frustrated at how shallow, selfish and insensitive everyone around you can be.  You wouldn’t dream of treating them the way they treat you.  

-Your own feelings can be pretty intense.  You tend to downplay just how intense they really are, for fear of scaring people.  You find yourself only sharing the parts of yourself that they can handle and nothing more.

-You see so much potential in the people close to you.  And it kills you to see them refusing to live up to it.

-While others merely look, you SEE.  When they can only listen, you truly HEAR.  You feel things that they are completely oblivious to.  It is like you are dancing to beautiful music, but they cannot hear the music.  They think you are the crazy one, but you know better.  It’s like you see the world in 3D and they see it in 2D.  There is so much more there and they are completely blind to it. And it is really frustrating, because they just don’t get it and never will.

-Criticism is a hard pill for you to swallow.  Logically, you know people are genuinely trying to help, but it is impossible to convince your feelings of this.

-You’re lying when you utter the phrase, “I don’t care.”  You always care.  And you kind of hate it.  Maybe if you say you don’t care, and act like you don’t, you can trick yourself into believing it.  But it just never works.

-Conflict makes you want to vomit.  You literally feel physically ill in the pit of your stomach until it’s resolved.

-You trust no one.  If you do, it is a really big deal and it’s limited to a very select few.

-It is blatantly obvious to you when someone lies.  If someone gives you a compliment, you can tell if they really mean it.  You see through fake like it’s glass.

-You notice everything.  You know quite a bit more than you let on.  People would be really surprised at what actually goes on in your head.  

-Some personalities think you are dumb.  You live in your head, not your body.  Your body kind of runs on autopilot, so you tend to be clumsy.  You know a lot, but don’t know how to verbalize it.  You don’t think in logic and facts.  Some people take this as unintelligence, but it could not be further from the truth.

-You have a strong need to make people happy.  If they aren’t happy, you aren’t happy.  You’ve been called a people pleaser on more than one occasion.  Most of the time, you wish so badly you could change this about yourself.  However, those close to you feel loved and taken care of on a whole different level than they experience with other people.

INFJs, feel free to add to the list!  I would love to hear from you!

Poetry Set On Fire

Some people listen to music and all they hear are guitars, pianos and drums.  I hear beyond the obvious…like the raw emotion in the singer’s voice.  Actually, I more than hear it, I can feel it.  I feel the emotion conveyed by the instruments combined with the voices and the nuances in the song.  It’s a beautiful combination of art and emotion.  It’s taking something sad and making it beautiful, like poetry set on fire. I like a lot of “sad”, melancholy music;  It’s something real in a fake world.  Maybe that’s why I listen to it so feel something real.  Sometimes, song lyrics are the only thing that can put words to what I am feeling, and suddenly I understand myself better. 
Here are a few of my favorite singers/bands:

-Coldplay (the new album is amazing!)

-London Grammer (Hey Now and Strong are my faves)

-Lovelife (Their newest music is great, and Invisible and Exhaler are favorites from their old stuff)


-Ellie Golding

-Semi Precious Weapons (Aviation High and Healer)

-Imagine Dragons


-Of Monsters and Men

-Mumford and Sons

-Drake (surprisingly, there are R&B hip-hoppy songs out there that convey more emotion than you’d think.  Drake has some good ones)

-Bastille (Love the lyrics on Pompeii)



-Zedd (Sounds mainstream, but I really like the lyrics and enjoy the upbeat sound)

-Avicii (Mostly just Hey Brother and Wake Me Up)


-Mazzy Star

-Shiny Toy Guns (I love their Major Tom cover, and there are plenty of hidden gems if you give them a listen)

Even seemingly upbeat songs can be deceiving-if you listen closely, sometimes there is more to it.

Bull In A China Shop

You are the push
and I am the pull.
I am the china shop,
And you are the bull.

The never ending tug-of-war,
The countless broken shards…
This is the hand that I’ve been dealt,
But all I’ve got are shitty cards.

I’ve done the best I can
To man up and be strong.
But my very soul gets tired
From always being wrong.

I am stupid,
I am weak.
I am dramatic,
And I’m a freak.

You look down at me,
Like I am just a mess.
I’m just another button
Here for you to press.

You listen,
but you don’t really hear.
You look,
But you don’t see that clear.

I see the world in 3D,
While you see it in 2.
I hear more than just a song,
But it’s only noise to you.

Even if you read this poem,
You’d just see meaningless words.
You’d say it could be better,
And that poetry’s for the birds.

In a room full of people,
I feel utterly alone.
I am on the wrong side
Of a thick wall of stone.

I want to be someone else,
Someone who just sees facts.
Someone strong and smart,
Who isn’t full of cracks.

But I am just a broken china shop,
And no one comes here anyway.
I’ll be here picking up the pieces,
Hoping you understand some day.