On Being "INFJ" and a Secret About Me

I am INFJ. And I am glad to be among the 1% of the population that is INFJ. I do not believe that your result on the MBTI Test (i.e. Myers-Briggs Type Indicator) can or should fully define the personality of the individual. However, every time I read the profile of the typical INFJ, I find myself nodding my head and saying "That's me" at nearly every statement.

Years ago, a high school teacher of mine took the entire class to the scohol computer lab to take the MBTI. I remember getting my result, and comparing it with the results of others, and feeling embarrassed for being an introvert among my friends at the time, most of whom are extroverts. High school is a strange place. There are, apparently, more introverts in the world than extroverts, so I am not sure why I felt ashamed and like I was the only introvert, but I did. And I am not sure when I was led to believe that it is "better" to be extroverted than introverted. It's not. Both have their advantages and I am glad for the vast constellation of personalities that exist in the world.

But anyway, here is part of the secret: I kind of like Lady Gaga. Her apparent craziness, her outlandish costumes and facades, her dedication and drive to her art. In the past couple weeks, I have seen several interviews and documentaries on Miss Gaga on the television. I watched the first one not because I was interested in her, but because I was bored. However, when she spoke I felt like I could relate to her. Understand her even. And I knew she must be an INFJ.

I "googled" this after the show. Lady Gaga is indeed an INFJ, just like me.

Weird? A little. Eccentric? Completely. Misfit? Yeah.

But so am I. And though I have never met Lady Gaga (obviously), in a way I think I understand what it is like to be her. I have never walked the streets in a gaudy costume, but I can imagine myself in her outlandish black stilettos.

So that's the secret: I like Gaga. I don't think I would call myself a fan, but I can respect her in her own light.

Also, I do not like leaving my closet door open when I am going to bed. On that note, I will go close it, shut my eyes, and dream.