I am in a rut. So I decided to go on a wild Google chase to see what literature exists out there on being uninspired. Lifehack posted about it and while I was scrolling through their article, this popped up: It's never too late to start over. If you weren't happy with yesterday, try something …

confessions of an infj

"Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood." Mary Rakow, novelist As an INFJ, I don't fit in. Around feelers I'm too analytical. Around thinkers I'm too sensitive. It leaves me somewhere in the middle, all alone. And while alone usually recharges me, being misunderstood frustrates me. And being frustrated drains me.