My lovely therapists have been adding and subtracting labels to my psyche for the last 6 years. And seeing as how a I now know I am an INTJ my response does not seem that weird. "Weird" has been my word of choice for self-flagellation for the last couple of years. I took the labels, researched them, dissected them, immersed myself in them and never thought of the possibility that all they really are are boxes. And not just normal nice cardboard-get-wet-and-dissolve boxes either. But those Chinese puzzle boxes that are equal parts frustating and fascinating. Last week my team leader had us take the MBTI and my result was INTJ. INTJ . I couldn't have been more happier. My weirdness was explained. And just maybe I wasn't a complete loon and just had these traits innately. Maybe I could function like other people. Maybe I could be embraced for my intellect instead of how fake-perky I had to be. And I have read through alot posts today and other INTJ's seem to share my sense of humour. And yes Hooded Knight referring to Jan 2009 post where you say INTJ's call other people retarded. I do that ALL the time. And Neph I like your sentence constructs. And to all my other "shy, aloof, arrogant, cold-blooded" INTJ's, thanks. Thanks for making it feel like a home-coming.
P.S. Promise all other posts will be less touchy feely. Feeling my feminine side today