@@jackmellor5536 I remember some things but totally forget other things. I think moments that impacted us/made us feel something--positive or negative--is often what we remember.
@Me an INFP : as an INFP i can say that this video is about developing good habits with practical advice and a clear explanation of how small changes can help make good habits stick : ua-cam.com/channels/t5lltBD07qzUDW4iLG1yaw.html
Great video girl! Totally agree that the need to express with “something” creative is soooo important! I think a lot of times when INFPs are down on themselves/ stuck in a loop a lot of it is because they are simply not tapping into those creative outlets (yes, typically ones they have already found in their past but choose to minimize them). That “something” doesn’t have to be anything special to others or even something that makes money - it’s just the doing it and getting past our perfectionism/ fear of criticism. I’m about to turn 40 next month and for me I started to gain a bit more confidence with overcoming those shortfalls mentally mid thirty or so - I still don’t “always” get things created / done, but I just feel it gets easier and easier the longer we had time to sit with all that mental tornado of holding us down and not putting our inside stuff out into the world. You kinda just get tired of living that suppressed life and the NEED to express eventually shines through which is soooo much better of a life (even though it may be a more scary one etc.). But yeah, totally relate, great job 👍🏻🤙🏻 Sean
It's like you're inside my head! I've been trying to write my 'Magnum Opus' for 3ish years and self-doubt has scuppered my attempts everyday. Perfectionist procrastination is my new middle name. This is the best of many INFP vids I have seen on UA-cam, thank you.
Articulating my thoughts and feelings is what I have been trying to do my entire life. Whether it be a video or a book, I am here to try and articulate the abstract. Turning nothing into something is really rewarding, even if I don't have an audience.
On the perfectionistic procrastination point* - if you're always waiting till some vague future when you'll be able to create this perfect work then you're standing in the way of other things that you could be creating. A few times I've become dammed up like this where I couldn't let my creativity out since other projects were just sitting there blocking me up. Now I think imperfect and done is better than perfect and never done. *That's fun to say :)
Thanks a lot for this video:) I've been doubting a lot whether I'm an INFP or not because I actually feel lots of times like I'm not creative. But I do think about it so often, ideas about paintings or wanting to do ceramics etc. I've always thought that for INFP's the creativity just comes out all the time and there aren't really ''creative blocks''. Because of your video I can see now that I most probably ám an INFP, just one that's a bit stuck in perfectionism and lazyness. And I'm feeling pretty unfulfilled, blah, in life so maybe what I need is starting to work more with that creative outlet. THanks again!! Also I really appreciate your way of speaking, so calm and easy to follow
I don't know about other INFPs, but I have found over the years that to be more productive with my creativity, it has often been more about managing my emotion rather than managing my time. I have also found that I complete creative projects faster when I do them with other people in mind rather than just my own need to express myself. If you are stuck at the moment, maybe focussing on finishing your project to give a copy of it to your mum or a friend as a gift might stir you to finish it. After all, our creativity is one way we express love for those we share our life with, and we tend to love passionately and courageously, so why not share it? When I was travelling around the country visiting care homes and helping old people with dementia to write their life stories, I was producing three life story books a week at one point and publishing them on Amazon for their friends and family around the world to read. I also ended up writing over 100 new poems based on the lives of the old people I worked with, which I published on Amazon, too. And I'm one of the laziest people around, so if I can do that, you can complete whatever project you are working on right now. I don't know if other INFPs can relate to this, but I often find that when I am writing books for friends and family, I feel that I am spending time with them, albeit in a different place and time. I mean, in a very real sense, when they read the poem or book I wrote for them, they will be spending time with me and even experience the version of me that will tell them things that I might not say in a face-to-face conversation. A bit like this very long comment, eh? Anyway, the tendency for us INFPs to get shut in by a familiar routine can also lead to other things like social anxiety, which is why I thought It might be worth sharing a poem of sorts that I wrote for someone I know who has social anxiety. It might speak to some of you. But as this comment is already extremely long, feel free to ignore it or just pass it on to someone you know who might be inspired by it. THE ANGEL Paul D. McDonagh An angel looked down at Earth from the highest point in heaven and thought what he saw was good. He saw the animals in the forest, the birds in the sky and the humans in their cities and yearned to see more. He lept from the highest point of heaven with wings spread wide like his heart and flew to Earth to know more of the mortal creatures so loved by the other angels observing the ebb and flow of creation like others might gaze upon the stars and imagine what is unfolding in the impossible distances of space separating them. Yet heaven is a strange place where time works differently, and what mortals call a lifetime flies by in the blink of an angel’s searching eye. But still, the angel flew onwards closer to the creatures he would know and that changed with each breath they took. Maybe the angel wanted to look upon the face of God. For you see, God is not as humans perceive him. God is the ebb and flow of the tides, the outstretched branches of a tree that shade the lamb, nourishes the insects and shelters the creatures that would nest in it. God does not exist outside of life but through it. God is everything that has lived and will ever live. And God dies when life itself dies. The angel flew onwards towards Earth, gathering speed and heard life call out to him when he was no longer flying but falling. As the angel plummeted through the atmosphere, his wings started to catch fire and his feathers fell off just like those from Icarus’s waxed wings did long ago. But the angel did not drown in the sea as Icarus did. Instead, as he hurled to the ground, he found the trees in the forest reaching out to catch him. He woke dazed and confused, dangling from a branch by his halo. Before he could do anything else, the branch snapped, and the little chicks in the nest above laughed, for they thought the angel a strange bird indeed. When the angel thumped to the forest floor, he experienced pain for the very first time. He wept then, not just because his halo was bent or because his body ached the way a mortal’s does. No, he wept because his wings had burned away. The angel wept for what he had lost and feared he would never reach heaven again. Nothing much remained of the angel’s wings but for a few charred feathers that stank of brimstone. Still, an angel’s tears are not like those of mortals, for an angel’s grief brings forth life, not relief from death. As his tears hit the ground, flowers began to bloom, and birds came to chirp and tweet around him. But the angel’s broken-heartedness made him blind. He did not see the trail of beauty he left in his wake, did not hear the birds sing and gladden the hearts of mortals dealing with woes that end in death. Soon the angel had walked the Earth completely. On his way, he discarded his bent and discoloured halo, threw it into a muddy field where it sank without trace. He replaced his muddied and torn gown, too, with robes fit for humans in their cities full of noise and bluster. The angel now looked and behaved like a mortal human. And the more human he became, the more the angel’s powers faded. The trail of flowers that once sprung up from the ground with each footstep faded in time from flowers to weeds then to nothing at all. The birds stopped chirping, too, because he no longer enchanted them with his tears. He could no longer even sing to them of his sorrow. Like a musician with a busted guitar, something fell silent in him that was deafening to some of the creatures once drawn to him. Soon all the angel saw was the beastliness in man: the casual cruelty, betrayal and lack of compassion. He held his contempt for humanity close and nursed it. He was an angel far from heaven who had forgotten that an angel was more than wings and a halo. They were the messengers not of God but of Life. He was the way Life tries to tell the story of itself to itself. Although the angel had forgotten, his essence still burned like a sun within him that could never be destroyed. For an angel is Meaning in its purest form, which can never be destroyed, only lost until found. As the years flowed by, the angel’s vision narrowed until he found himself retreating from humans completely with his only comfort found in the gentleness of animals that would come and listen to him talk of what he had lost. But even the animals that came left him, for they knew they could not help an angel see that all of life must be wept over, not just part of it. They knew mortal beings must face the death of those they love and then face their own death and the grief they cause those they leave behind. Then one day, the angel ventured out for the sun in the sky, and the birds in the clouds called to him. He was anxious, for he had not stood with humans in centuries; the world had become a swarm of bees buzzing with noise and haste since last he walked. As they buzzed around him, he felt the need to close his eyes and return to where he had slept for centuries. Despite his discomfort, he kept his eyes open and saw things anew despite his pain. He saw a child laugh as a dog licked their face and an old couple smile as they weathered the storms of old age and held hands, and he saw the youths with their strange manners laugh not at him but at the joy of each other’s company. And the more he looked, the more the angel saw. He saw, despite their suffering, these mortals faced life with love and used the pain in the hidden parts of their souls to remake the world for those they loved. And then, as he looked deeper into their souls, he saw feathers and then wings, too, which flapped when they dreamed of better things for others. And then the angel broke down, for he remembered he was an angel, and as he wept, flowers sprung up from his tears, and an incredible agony came over him as bone shot out from his back and formed into wings. The humans near him only saw a mortal man falling and did not know that the angel had his wings. As they helped him to his feet, the angel smiled at them, not just because he had his wings and could return to heaven but because he knew now what angels are. As he left the Earth, flew up to heaven, the angel laughed, for he understood why all the angels in heaven loved to look upon the unfolding mystery of life. The angel soared onwards past the gates of heaven into the meeting place of the angels to tell them the truth that their love is the greatest of the mortal strengths. That they were all mortal once, too, and had only forgotten just as he had forgotten he was an angel that it is love that transforms mortal creatures into angels. If you got to the end of this comment, well done you, and you have my sincerest admiration. I'm not a religious person myself so it's strange I wrote this one. But hey, when you're inspired, you're inspired, right?
Paul I really relate to what you said,I find that managing my emotions is important because sometimes they're like a storm inside of me.But when I can control them it happens that it becomes more easy to have a clear thinking about what's really happening and what it needs to be done.I usually get in this state by asking if something is real,if it's a fact or if is just something created by a impression I had or some belief. Oh and about your poem the story touched me deeply,please don't stop writing (Sorry for any grammar mistakes :v)
She speaks like an INFP she does the INFP hand body language style thingy. Trust me Iam an INFP and I saw myself when she speaks. Smart Creative Caring.........Will fight what they believe in when they see its worth fighting for
Wow , yes you got it ,I can have 20 people tell me I’m amazing my work is incredible, and I’m all it’s ok , it’s not as ……….. as I want it to be , I definitely need deadlines for me to get artwork done, when I work on something for myself “as in no deadline “ it can literally take ten years to get done, and the sad part is that I usually get it 80% done in the first year then perfectionisticly obsess about it for 8 years, anyway wonderful video thank you for doing them .
It is nice knowing that other people understand the struggles. The Fi-Si loop is like being trapped in a well when all we want to do is climb out and explore what the world has for us. You explained it very well how we can lock ourselves in nostalgia. I think in another video you spoke of the habit of consciously indulging in things which would bring back the feelings we felt back then, such as listening to music. It is as if deep within us we crave for the melancholy. Some of us I should say. You enjoy making videos, but do you ever show off your other works of creativity such as paintings? Or are they personal things you feel no need to share? I enjoy making art for the sake of basking in my own emotions and never felt the strong desire to show them off, so I was wondering what was your perspective on the topic. Great video!
When I get depressed and feel like I can’t do anything I just draw circles on a page until the whole page is filled. It’s not a masterpiece but at least it’s something and it gets me out of my head
Thank you for this video! I am an INFP-a and an enneagram 4 so this totally convinced me to ask my rl friend to introduce me to her hip hop street dance studio! I hope it goes well since i haven't had a good way to be creative in almost ten years..
Hey! I consider myself creative but when i hv phone in my hands and watching movies ( more thillers, novalish or whatever speakes meaning end with meaning) and watching interesting, exploring, i do search things like meaning AND also i hv been creating poems and love diving in my thoughts to the point im lost for hours and can lost when I'm feeling a poem. BUT FOR AN YEAR OR SO, in quarantine, i hv'nt gave my imagination time like creating but seeing youtube, movies. I was before quarantine. I hv seen things my way but not created like creative person. Am i creative like INFP level i mean Can i be creative with phone!!! I mean i think I'm creative but this phonophobia!!
Rip, my type is useless for me. I have no skills in making art and I don’t like learning it. I like the idea of writing but it never turns out well and I’m too lazy. Yay
great video. also great communist scarf comrade! nazdrovje! my number one advice to infps is always this: express yourself more. and not even just by an artistic product but normally too. for example let's say somebody said something unethical or whatever and as an infp you are thinking "what an awful thing to say!" but because of that conflict-avoidant nature of you, you just swallow it and say nothing. no, express that too, just remove the exclamation mark and anger or disgust from it. now inject some fi sweet-trolleyness in it. so the result will be like this "ahahah, what an awful thing to say. you are so eviiiiiiiiiiil :p" then make a cross with your fingers and also tell the person "stay away! demon!" and laugh some more. (this is probably too much coming from an entp, i am not saying do exactly this, find your own specific delivery method so you can express what you think and what you feel.) this way so many things accomplished 1. the negativity in you is not swallowed but exhausted to the outside. now they have to deal with it, not you. 2. the person you reacted to now objectively knows what you think so if he cares about you, he will have a chance to readjust his behaviour 3. because you said exactly what you think but in a sweet way that doesn't create conflict, you don't feel fake. another thing is we xxxps, we are process oriented people. we need immediate positive results from the things we do. so maybe join an online community like deviantart or maybe even tumblr. post your photographs or paintings there. get a ton of likes and comments and favorites. now you feel like doing another painting cause your stuff is appreciated! then after your cool paintings and photographs, post your pretty face and woah! your inbox is filled with marriage proposals and dick pics now. ew.
Not a good video for creational types of INFP-to conventional a way of talking about it for me ,instead of surrounding yourself by like minded people/its open hearted/or heart of hearts people/instead of being creative its being creational which is a very different thing and instead of conventional thinking which is very painful to me /instead I use poetic cognition/or cognitive feeling, being a creational person is very very different then being a creative/a creative produces most of the art out there /creational artist are Van Gogh/Seraphine Louis /Maude Lewis/Marc Chagall artists/im one of them!
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Sorry it took so long @JackMellor!
If you have a video topic you want me to do, comment below and I'll see what I can do ✨
INFPs seem to have really good memories. I can remember exactly where I was the second the year 2000 happened.
@@jackmellor5536 I remember some things but totally forget other things. I think moments that impacted us/made us feel something--positive or negative--is often what we remember.
@@MeAnINFP New Years eve or Hogmanay which is what we call it in Scotland was the first time I stayed up to see in the new year.
@Christian Jaena Do you mean how another type can get out of the friend zone of an INFP or how INFPS can get out of the friend zone?
@Me an INFP : as an INFP i can say that this video is about developing good habits with practical advice and a clear explanation of how small changes can help make good habits stick :
ua-cam.com/channels/t5lltBD07qzUDW4iLG1yaw.html
Great video girl! Totally agree that the need to express with “something” creative is soooo important! I think a lot of times when INFPs are down on themselves/ stuck in a loop a lot of it is because they are simply not tapping into those creative outlets (yes, typically ones they have already found in their past but choose to minimize them). That “something” doesn’t have to be anything special to others or even something that makes money - it’s just the doing it and getting past our perfectionism/ fear of criticism. I’m about to turn 40 next month and for me I started to gain a bit more confidence with overcoming those shortfalls mentally mid thirty or so - I still don’t “always” get things created / done, but I just feel it gets easier and easier the longer we had time to sit with all that mental tornado of holding us down and not putting our inside stuff out into the world. You kinda just get tired of living that suppressed life and the NEED to express eventually shines through which is soooo much better of a life (even though it may be a more scary one etc.).
But yeah, totally relate, great job 👍🏻🤙🏻
Sean
I love that red scarf it looks so pretty on you!!!☺☺☺
It's like you're inside my head! I've been trying to write my 'Magnum Opus' for 3ish years and self-doubt has scuppered my attempts everyday. Perfectionist procrastination is my new middle name. This is the best of many INFP vids I have seen on UA-cam, thank you.
Articulating my thoughts and feelings is what I have been trying to do my entire life. Whether it be a video or a book, I am here to try and articulate the abstract. Turning nothing into something is really rewarding, even if I don't have an audience.
On the perfectionistic procrastination point* - if you're always waiting till some vague future when you'll be able to create this perfect work then you're standing in the way of other things that you could be creating. A few times I've become dammed up like this where I couldn't let my creativity out since other projects were just sitting there blocking me up. Now I think imperfect and done is better than perfect and never done.
*That's fun to say :)
Got here as soon as it showed up in my subscriptions. Thank you. I'm planning a novel which I hope will be a film.
You're welcome! :)
@@MeAnINFP Watching this at half past midnight. I normally stay up late though.
I can’t think of a comment to encapsulate how helpful this is! Thank you!
Thanks a lot for this video:) I've been doubting a lot whether I'm an INFP or not because I actually feel lots of times like I'm not creative. But I do think about it so often, ideas about paintings or wanting to do ceramics etc. I've always thought that for INFP's the creativity just comes out all the time and there aren't really ''creative blocks''. Because of your video I can see now that I most probably ám an INFP, just one that's a bit stuck in perfectionism and lazyness. And I'm feeling pretty unfulfilled, blah, in life so maybe what I need is starting to work more with that creative outlet. THanks again!! Also I really appreciate your way of speaking, so calm and easy to follow
I don't know about other INFPs, but I have found over the years that to be more productive with my creativity, it has often been more about managing my emotion rather than managing my time. I have also found that I complete creative projects faster when I do them with other people in mind rather than just my own need to express myself. If you are stuck at the moment, maybe focussing on finishing your project to give a copy of it to your mum or a friend as a gift might stir you to finish it. After all, our creativity is one way we express love for those we share our life with, and we tend to love passionately and courageously, so why not share it?
When I was travelling around the country visiting care homes and helping old people with dementia to write their life stories, I was producing three life story books a week at one point and publishing them on Amazon for their friends and family around the world to read. I also ended up writing over 100 new poems based on the lives of the old people I worked with, which I published on Amazon, too. And I'm one of the laziest people around, so if I can do that, you can complete whatever project you are working on right now.
I don't know if other INFPs can relate to this, but I often find that when I am writing books for friends and family, I feel that I am spending time with them, albeit in a different place and time. I mean, in a very real sense, when they read the poem or book I wrote for them, they will be spending time with me and even experience the version of me that will tell them things that I might not say in a face-to-face conversation. A bit like this very long comment, eh?
Anyway, the tendency for us INFPs to get shut in by a familiar routine can also lead to other things like social anxiety, which is why I thought It might be worth sharing a poem of sorts that I wrote for someone I know who has social anxiety. It might speak to some of you. But as this comment is already extremely long, feel free to ignore it or just pass it on to someone you know who might be inspired by it.
THE ANGEL
Paul D. McDonagh
An angel looked down at Earth from the highest point in heaven and thought what he saw was good.
He saw the animals in the forest, the birds in the sky and the humans in their cities and yearned to see more.
He lept from the highest point of heaven with wings spread wide like his heart and flew to Earth to know more of the mortal creatures so loved by the other angels observing the ebb and flow of creation like others might gaze upon the stars and imagine what is unfolding in the impossible distances of space separating them.
Yet heaven is a strange place where time works differently, and what mortals call a lifetime flies by in the blink of an angel’s searching eye. But still, the angel flew onwards closer to the creatures he would know and that changed with each breath they took.
Maybe the angel wanted to look upon the face of God. For you see, God is not as humans perceive him.
God is the ebb and flow of the tides, the outstretched branches of a tree that shade the lamb, nourishes the insects and shelters the creatures that would nest in it. God does not exist outside of life but through it. God is everything that has lived and will ever live.
And God dies when life itself dies.
The angel flew onwards towards Earth, gathering speed and heard life call out to him when he was no longer flying but falling.
As the angel plummeted through the atmosphere, his wings started to catch fire and his feathers fell off just like those from Icarus’s waxed wings did long ago.
But the angel did not drown in the sea as Icarus did. Instead, as he hurled to the ground, he found the trees in the forest reaching out to catch him.
He woke dazed and confused, dangling from a branch by his halo. Before he could do anything else, the branch snapped, and the little chicks in the nest above laughed, for they thought the angel a strange bird indeed. When the angel thumped to the forest floor, he experienced pain for the very first time.
He wept then, not just because his halo was bent or because his body ached the way a mortal’s does. No, he wept because his wings had burned away.
The angel wept for what he had lost and feared he would never reach heaven again. Nothing much remained of the angel’s wings
but for a few charred feathers that stank of brimstone.
Still, an angel’s tears are not like those of mortals, for an angel’s grief brings forth life, not relief from death.
As his tears hit the ground, flowers began to bloom, and birds came to chirp and tweet around him. But the angel’s broken-heartedness made him blind.
He did not see the trail of beauty he left in his wake, did not hear the birds sing and gladden the hearts of mortals dealing with woes that end in death.
Soon the angel had walked the Earth completely. On his way, he discarded his bent and discoloured halo, threw it into a muddy field where it sank without trace.
He replaced his muddied and torn gown, too, with robes fit for humans in their cities full of noise and bluster. The angel now looked and behaved like a mortal human.
And the more human he became, the more the angel’s powers faded. The trail of flowers that once sprung up from the ground with each footstep faded in time from flowers to weeds then to nothing at all. The birds stopped chirping, too, because he no longer enchanted them with his tears. He could no longer even sing to them of his sorrow.
Like a musician with a busted guitar, something fell silent in him that was deafening to some of the creatures once drawn to him.
Soon all the angel saw was the beastliness in man: the casual cruelty, betrayal and lack of compassion.
He held his contempt for humanity close and nursed it.
He was an angel far from heaven who had forgotten that an angel was more than wings and a halo. They were the messengers not of God but of Life.
He was the way Life tries to tell the story of itself to itself. Although the angel had forgotten, his essence still burned like a sun within him that could never be destroyed. For an angel is Meaning in its purest form, which can never be destroyed, only lost until found.
As the years flowed by, the angel’s vision narrowed until he found himself retreating from humans completely with his only comfort found in the gentleness of animals that would come and listen to him talk of what he had lost.
But even the animals that came left him, for they knew they could not help an angel see that all of life must be wept over, not just part of it. They knew mortal beings must face the death of those they love and then face their own death and the grief they cause those they leave behind.
Then one day, the angel ventured out for the sun in the sky, and the birds in the clouds called to him. He was anxious, for he had not stood with humans in centuries; the world had become a swarm of bees buzzing with noise and haste since last he walked. As they buzzed around him, he felt the need to close his eyes and return to where he had slept for centuries.
Despite his discomfort, he kept his eyes open and saw things anew despite his pain. He saw a child laugh as a dog licked their face and an old couple smile as they weathered the storms of old age and held hands, and he saw the youths with their strange manners laugh not at him but at the joy of each other’s company.
And the more he looked, the more the angel saw. He saw, despite their suffering, these mortals faced life with love and used the pain in the hidden parts of their souls to remake the world for those they loved. And then, as he looked deeper into their souls, he saw feathers and then wings, too, which flapped when they dreamed of better things for others.
And then the angel broke down, for he remembered he was an angel, and as he wept, flowers sprung up from his tears, and an incredible agony came over him as bone shot out from his back and formed into wings. The humans near him only saw a mortal man falling and did not know that the angel had his wings.
As they helped him to his feet, the angel smiled at them, not just because he had his wings and could return to heaven but because he knew now what angels are.
As he left the Earth, flew up to heaven, the angel laughed, for he understood why all the angels in heaven loved to look upon the unfolding mystery of life.
The angel soared onwards past the gates of heaven into the meeting place of the angels to tell them the truth that their love is the greatest of the mortal strengths.
That they were all mortal once, too, and had only forgotten just as he had forgotten he was an angel that it is love that transforms mortal creatures into angels.
If you got to the end of this comment, well done you, and you have my sincerest admiration. I'm not a religious person myself so it's strange I wrote this one. But hey, when you're inspired, you're inspired, right?
Paul I really relate to what you said,I find that managing my emotions is important because sometimes they're like a storm inside of me.But when I can control them it happens that it becomes more easy to have a clear thinking about what's really happening and what it needs to be done.I usually get in this state by asking if something is real,if it's a fact or if is just something created by a impression I had or some belief.
Oh and about your poem the story touched me deeply,please don't stop writing
(Sorry for any grammar mistakes :v)
@@yasminroseo1219 Thanks for your comment, and I wouldn't worry about any grammar mistakes.
She speaks like an INFP she does the INFP hand body language style thingy.
Trust me Iam an INFP and I saw myself when she speaks.
Smart Creative Caring.........Will fight what they believe in when they see its worth fighting for
This might be just what I needed to hear right now! I think you have a very rare eye color by the way.
I’m glad! Yes, my eyes are green. They make me unique.
Wow , yes you got it ,I can have 20 people tell me I’m amazing my work is incredible, and I’m all it’s ok , it’s not as ……….. as I want it to be , I definitely need deadlines for me to get artwork done, when I work on something for myself “as in no deadline “ it can literally take ten years to get done, and the sad part is that I usually get it 80% done in the first year then perfectionisticly obsess about it for 8 years, anyway wonderful video thank you for doing them .
Thank you!Thank you. So many points that I needed to hear. Clear, calm presentation. Well done.
Great video! Great timing! Much appreciated. Really Helpful.
Thanks for this video. I knew I was INFP but I had no idea I am also 4 enneagram. I do feel like extroverted intuition is the source of my creativity.
It is nice knowing that other people understand the struggles. The Fi-Si loop is like being trapped in a well when all we want to do is climb out and explore what the world has for us. You explained it very well how we can lock ourselves in nostalgia. I think in another video you spoke of the habit of consciously indulging in things which would bring back the feelings we felt back then, such as listening to music. It is as if deep within us we crave for the melancholy. Some of us I should say. You enjoy making videos, but do you ever show off your other works of creativity such as paintings? Or are they personal things you feel no need to share? I enjoy making art for the sake of basking in my own emotions and never felt the strong desire to show them off, so I was wondering what was your perspective on the topic. Great video!
As an INTJ I love the INFP artists such as John Lennon JRR Tolkien and Robert Greene
When I get depressed and feel like I can’t do anything I just draw circles on a page until the whole page is filled. It’s not a masterpiece but at least it’s something and it gets me out of my head
Also as a fellow infp, watching you and analyzing your speech and communication style is like watching myself speak and it's really freaky! 😜
Thank you for this video! I am an INFP-a and an enneagram 4 so this totally convinced me to ask my rl friend to introduce me to her hip hop street dance studio! I hope it goes well since i haven't had a good way to be creative in almost ten years..
Good luck! ✨
WoW. Thank you for video. ❤️
I always enjoy your videos. :)
Thank you, I always enjoy your comments :)
Thanks !
That was really helpfull, thank you! :)
Thank You
No wonder I like writing music and creative essays as an INFP
Hey! I consider myself creative but when i hv phone in my hands and watching movies ( more thillers, novalish or whatever speakes meaning end with meaning) and watching interesting, exploring, i do search things like meaning AND also i hv been creating poems and love diving in my thoughts to the point im lost for hours and can lost when I'm feeling a poem. BUT FOR AN YEAR OR SO, in quarantine, i hv'nt gave my imagination time like creating but seeing youtube, movies. I was before quarantine. I hv seen things my way but not created like creative person. Am i creative like INFP level i mean Can i be creative with phone!!! I mean i think I'm creative but this phonophobia!!
Not sure if its about expressing, i like to play (music for example) but i don't want to show.
That would be self-expressing right? Even if you only do it for yourself.
Rip, my type is useless for me.
I have no skills in making art and I don’t like learning it. I like the idea of writing but it never turns out well and I’m too lazy. Yay
Ok but what if you’re not creative lol
Maybe you're creative in a nonconventional way, something you wouldn't at first think of
I'm here because I was typed as an INFP.
But most of my life I thought I was an ENTP.🤷
I know an INFP girl and she's not creative at all. Maybe she is but she doesn't know it yet.
@MeAnINFP do you find your mind is active all the time?
great video. also great communist scarf comrade! nazdrovje! my number one advice to infps is always this: express yourself more. and not even just by an artistic product but normally too. for example let's say somebody said something unethical or whatever and as an infp you are thinking "what an awful thing to say!" but because of that conflict-avoidant nature of you, you just swallow it and say nothing. no, express that too, just remove the exclamation mark and anger or disgust from it. now inject some fi sweet-trolleyness in it. so the result will be like this "ahahah, what an awful thing to say. you are so eviiiiiiiiiiil :p" then make a cross with your fingers and also tell the person "stay away! demon!" and laugh some more. (this is probably too much coming from an entp, i am not saying do exactly this, find your own specific delivery method so you can express what you think and what you feel.)
this way so many things accomplished 1. the negativity in you is not swallowed but exhausted to the outside. now they have to deal with it, not you. 2. the person you reacted to now objectively knows what you think so if he cares about you, he will have a chance to readjust his behaviour 3. because you said exactly what you think but in a sweet way that doesn't create conflict, you don't feel fake.
another thing is we xxxps, we are process oriented people. we need immediate positive results from the things we do. so maybe join an online community like deviantart or maybe even tumblr. post your photographs or paintings there. get a ton of likes and comments and favorites. now you feel like doing another painting cause your stuff is appreciated! then after your cool paintings and photographs, post your pretty face and woah! your inbox is filled with marriage proposals and dick pics now. ew.
You are so like my wife. Do all infp have the beautiful face and smile ?
Aww. Hopefully I’ll find a husband who sees that in me as well ☺️
All INFPs are good looking check out the celebs that are INFP
You look like Lili Reinhart!
I’ve gotten told that several times on this channel haha, thank you! ✨
Not a good video for creational types of INFP-to conventional a way of talking about it for me ,instead of surrounding yourself by like minded people/its open hearted/or heart of hearts people/instead of being creative its being creational which is a very different thing and instead of conventional thinking which is very painful to me /instead I use poetic cognition/or cognitive feeling, being a creational person is very very different then being a creative/a creative produces most of the art out there /creational artist are Van Gogh/Seraphine Louis /Maude Lewis/Marc Chagall artists/im one of them!