Because my home is my private introvert sanctuary, having people over, no matter how close they are to me, is always a big deal.
INFJs are known to be one of the most outgoing of all the introvert types. And yes, in social situations, I often make the first move when another introvert is concerned. But every once in a while, I just can’t work up the energy or my thoughts start playing with me. I notice this was happening to me this week.
I’ve been forgetting a lot of things lately. Not abstract things, but objects: my wallet, my water bottle, my phone, etc. I think it’s because whenever I immerse myself in creative activities (I have several going on right now), I get mentally lost in them. I’m not always fully present in the material world.
I can name your species and spot you anywhere. It’s because I do all the same things you do. My wife and I went to a poetry workshop this weekend where the room was laid out with round tables. Ugh. Hate round tables. When I walked in, several people, chatting away, were seated at one table with a few empty chairs left. At the table next to it was one lone young woman, head down, with pencil, paper, and iPad, furiously working away on her conference schedule. Yes, of course, we sat at the introvert table.