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Your Personality Type is: NF
(Intuitive, Feeling)
As an NF, you have the following personality characteristics:
• You are enthusiastic
• You trust your intuition
• You yearn for romance and prize meaningful relationships
• You seek your true self and dream of attaining wisdom
• You pride yourself on being loving, kindhearted, and authentic
• You tend to be giving, trusting, and spiritual
• You are focused on personal journeys and human potentials
• You are an intense mate, nurturing parent and an inspirational leader
NFs are rare, making up no more than 8 to 10 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers.
For the past 5 months, I have been feeling a tremendous amount of anxiety. Sometimes I reach a level of physical pain because of it. I don't know exactly why my head is doing this. Even when I'm alone, I feel paranoid, stressed, insecure and ultimately misunderstood. I sit alone for hours analyizing my mental self. As I rip away thoughts like flesh to the bone; I create a plan for reconstruction. I have torn my head apart; organized my personality traits, my thoughts, my goals, the past, present,future, my realities and my fantasies. I've separated the bad from the good. I've put all of my negativity in a tightly sealed plastic bag. I figured my head needed cleaned out. I gutted it like a fish, only to have the contents thrown back in the form of distorted delusions. Sometimes I doubt my own sanity. I don't know who and what i'm turning into. I've lost so much of myself in the past 3 or 4 years. I've sacrificed too much. I've grown so fucking weak, so dependent. I'm an only child. Growing up, my mother worked night shift at a nursing home in columbus, while my dad drove trucks. I spent most of my childhood at my own house alone, my grandparent's house alone, or at a babysitters under the same circumstances. I didn't make my first 'friend' till I was 7 or 8. By that time, My parent's divorced and I moved in to a little white farm house on route 40. By spending so much time alone as a child, I found out exactly who I was at an early age. My traits stood out, shone like a goddamn star. I feel so empty now. All that I was, and all that I had the potential to be; lost in a matter of years. Maybe my shine just wasn't bright enough. Maybe i'm just burnt out.
(Intuitive, Feeling)
As an NF, you have the following personality characteristics:
• You are enthusiastic
• You trust your intuition
• You yearn for romance and prize meaningful relationships
• You seek your true self and dream of attaining wisdom
• You pride yourself on being loving, kindhearted, and authentic
• You tend to be giving, trusting, and spiritual
• You are focused on personal journeys and human potentials
• You are an intense mate, nurturing parent and an inspirational leader
NFs are rare, making up no more than 8 to 10 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers.
For the past 5 months, I have been feeling a tremendous amount of anxiety. Sometimes I reach a level of physical pain because of it. I don't know exactly why my head is doing this. Even when I'm alone, I feel paranoid, stressed, insecure and ultimately misunderstood. I sit alone for hours analyizing my mental self. As I rip away thoughts like flesh to the bone; I create a plan for reconstruction. I have torn my head apart; organized my personality traits, my thoughts, my goals, the past, present,future, my realities and my fantasies. I've separated the bad from the good. I've put all of my negativity in a tightly sealed plastic bag. I figured my head needed cleaned out. I gutted it like a fish, only to have the contents thrown back in the form of distorted delusions. Sometimes I doubt my own sanity. I don't know who and what i'm turning into. I've lost so much of myself in the past 3 or 4 years. I've sacrificed too much. I've grown so fucking weak, so dependent. I'm an only child. Growing up, my mother worked night shift at a nursing home in columbus, while my dad drove trucks. I spent most of my childhood at my own house alone, my grandparent's house alone, or at a babysitters under the same circumstances. I didn't make my first 'friend' till I was 7 or 8. By that time, My parent's divorced and I moved in to a little white farm house on route 40. By spending so much time alone as a child, I found out exactly who I was at an early age. My traits stood out, shone like a goddamn star. I feel so empty now. All that I was, and all that I had the potential to be; lost in a matter of years. Maybe my shine just wasn't bright enough. Maybe i'm just burnt out.