From a very young age I always knew I did not quite fit into this world. I always felt like the outsider looking in. I was always the advisor and trusted friend until my services were no longer needed. I tried day in and day out to force myself to fit in. Then I'd end up alone in my room, face to the floor, crying my eyes out because I was never sure what I was doing wrong. I've had my fair share of trying to collect the data and figure it out moments. Lots of what if I looked liked this, what if I did this, what if I forced myself to like this kind of moments. Now at 29 I started to realize that I was never suppose to be like "one of them" so to speak. And then I found the test. Finding out that I was an Infj open up the whole world to me. It showed me that being different, weird, eclectic,eccentric, or what ever other label the world has given me was okay. They felt like that because they could never understand the beauty that was me. Now I revel in my weirdness though the life of an Infj is a lonely one. People come and go like how flowers die in winter and sprout back in spring, so I have learned not to expect them to stay around very long. To end this I would like to say that I am glad I found this site, happy to know that there are others like me and quite giddy to know that I am not alone.