Self-reflection is what INFPs like me do a lot, if not well. I have spent inordinate amounts of time thinking about myself recently. I am my TV, newspaper, research report. I would have thought I would know myself by now, but I am my own mystery. The other day, I dream of two babies crawling on the floor with a full set of teeth and braces. I remembering thinking in my dream that it was rather unusual for babies to have braces. Extremely mysterious.
Today, I have lunch with another INFP. We do not look at all alike, we did not grow up at all in similar environments, we do not have the same religion. But when she says something, I understand it so well. We express things differently, but there is instant understanding. I have a few friends like this. Years and space can separate us, but when we meet, not a beat has been missed. We pick up where we left off. And then, there are people you see everyday, and you wonder whether it is possible that you experienced a totally different planet. Both are very interesting relationships. It makes you wonder whether there are more than five senses and three dimensions.
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mommmy.... ik wat ur dream is... it's kind of obvious, don't you think? You were dreaming about how camille and maxime will have braces soon, and they are aptly named 'the babies'. its not that mysterious.
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