As I’ve said before on this blog, I have five friends that I consider myself close with. Their types are ENFP, INFP, ESFP, ISFP, and INFJ. I value all my friends very highly and have spent countless hours getting to know each of them.
I am not a very social person. I have a hard time making friends, mostly because I have no interest in it. I already have five friends. Why would I need more? I don’t mind when people talk to me as long as they’re courteous and aren’t acting as if I owe them anything, but I don’t actively seek to meet strangers. My general disposition seems to drive most of them away anyways.
Most of my friends I met in school or during early childhood, and our friendship was born out of convenience. They were just there. Most of my friends still live near me, but I see them less because of the hectic nature of life.
I didn’t reach out to any of my friends initially. They simply interrupted my solitude and I ended up liking them. An ISFJ tried to do that to me once, but that ended horribly for him. I’m fairly certain he had a crush on me, and the creepy fetishization didn’t roll well with me.
I can spend a long time alone, to a point where it’s probably unhealthy. I try to talk to one of my friends or family members per day, as it helps me cope with my depression and find motivation to do things I’d rather not do. Relying only on stereotypes, I’m extremely social for an INTJ. Perhaps it’s because I was raised in a large and tight knit family. I’ve adapted to being in large groups, although I still prefer not to be in them.
My friends tolerate my philosophical questions, and sometimes even enjoy my skepticism and existentialism. They’ve gotten used to the fact that I question everything they say and don’t take offence when I point out logical fallacies.
My friends also appreciate my dark sense of humor, or at least, they don’t always stare at me in horror when I bring up a social taboo in jest. They don’t pretend to find Hamlet as funny as I do, but they’ve accepted that my sense of humor is darker than theirs.
My friends have a sincerity that balances out my apathy, and I love that about them. All my friends are feelers, and all but one is an Fi user. They have helped me become more aware of my tertiary function.
They remind me that it’s important that I check in on my emotional and physical health from time to time. Throughout the years they have reminded me to take care of myself both physically and emotionally. At one point one of them practically stuffed a sandwich down my throat because I hadn’t eaten in 48 hours, and while I wouldn’t recommend she try that again, her intentions were good.
Of course, your intentions are irrelevant when you’re tackling me to get me to eat a sandwich.
I like the person I’ve become because of my friends. I’ve become kinder and more sympathetic, I’ve gained new perspectives on things I had previously made up my mind on, and I’ve become a happier person because I have them in my life. I hope I give them a similar feeling.