As a psychology major but also just as a human being in general, I find it funny how people behave. For example, I arrived pretty early to my first class of the semester yesterday morning. The class started at 9:30am and I was there about 20 minutes early. When I first arrived, I wasn’t convinced it was the right class since the room was so dark inside. But as I peered through the door’s little window and my eyes adjusted, I could make out little round heads scattered all about the lecture hall.
“Lol,” I thought to myself and opened the door. Everyone looked up at once when I entered the room. I don’t have some kind of amazing presence about me; the room was just so dark and quiet that any noise at all was bound to turn heads.
I let the door close behind me and found a seat, but let’s all take note of the fact that I totally neglected to make any moves on the lights. The lights stayed off, even though it was kind of ridiculous that a room full of 20-somethings were all too chicken to turn on the light.
((Psych. major in action: analyzing why none of us turned on the light. I’m gonna guess it’s something to do with normative social influence. Also, hilarious.))
Fast forward: lights on. (To anyone interested, it was the teaching assistant who made the move, coming from a position of more power than any of the students. Sweet, thanks, J.)
My next observation was how demographically skewed the class was. Mostly white female, way more white female than any of my other classes. It’s a level 2 research methods and statistics class, so I wasn’t particularly foreseeing any kind of skew.
Fast forward: professor arrives, syllabus day begins. I’m actually pleasantly surprised by his personality…I mean he has one, which is great and I’ve learned not to take for granted at big universities.
Glancing at the schedule on the syllabus, I’m definitely, yeah 100%, growing a pit of dread inside my stomach. I’m in this class only because it’s required for my major. Flashbacks of last year’s spring semester and the absolutely agonizing statistics class I took then flood my mind as I read the words: “…SPSS data analysis…” It’s tear-worthy. I already need help.
But I’ll end on a good note, something that made me laugh. As my professor was explaining how the Psychology department has always had a hard time getting support from the University to be recognized as an actual, empirical science (which it is), he said:
“There are all these misconceptions about psychology and psychological research that people outside of psychology have. Outsiders, skeptics, they say: ‘All you do is show people pictures of blue triangles and butterflies!’ And to that I say: ‘First of all, no, we don’t. And second of all, that’s not a butterfly, it’s a picture of my step-mother strangling my younger brother.”
So there you have it. Perfect psychology joke + flawless execution. These are the notes on my first class.
I think it is to some degree normal to become highly introspective at night, perhaps at least in comparison to the rest of the day.
Tonight I can’t sleep again, but thankfully this time it is not because of haunting, jeering thoughts that snap around like rubber bands in my head. That kind of insomnia was horrible and followed me for the better chunk of the last fall semester… No, thankfully I don’t experience that anymore. Tonight, I’m just not tired.
Enter introspective thoughts: I’m an INFJ according to the Myers Briggs (personality) Type Indicator. I’m majoring in psychology and have always had a weak spot for even the fluffiest of personality quizzes, so this Myers Briggs test – a psychologically supported personality quiz – is, like, crack for me.
Furthermore, when I studied up on what INFJ’s are all about (how they think, feel, function, etc.), I was completely blown away by how accurate it all was. I mean absolutely on the nose. And mind you, I can tell when these tests are a load of crap (but like juicy crap..?)
For example: Buzzfeed, I’m sorry, I’m just not a dog. Fox? I could see that. Tarsier? Maybe even more so, but I’m not a dog.
But for the sake of your own self-love and personal validation, I implore you to take this test. There is a free version online if you google “16 personalities”, or, wait…what am I doing? I’m a millennial; I can just do it for you. Look, here’s a link: dooo ittt. (Also this is definitely not a paid promotion thing. I have like 2 followers lol. I really just care.)
Eeesh, wow this post has taken such a detour. I seem to have ditched my thesis statement before I could even get to the bit where I was going to state it. I promise my writing isn’t usually this bad.
You see, what was once going to be a release of my introspective thoughts about INFJ’s and what that means and all of that jazz, has turned quickly into a plea (essentially) for you to take this life altering incredibly validating, positive step in the direction of knowing and loving and understanding yourself better – or perhaps if you already understand yourself well, better communicating about yourself to others – quiz.. (Do a word count of that last sentence, add a point for every time it meandered, and then add it up. That is how much I wish people would learn more about themselves.)
Because this post was frighteningly disjointed and incoherent (or maybe that’s just how it feels in my head?), I’m just gonna go ahead and preemptively apologize. However, I am excited to explore more about these different personality types, as well as my own INFJ type. There’s at least one more post about this that you’re bound to see at some point, since that was what this post was originally going to be about (again, my bad). I’m just gonna slam my head on the keyboard now and try to sleep off these scatterbrained last few minutes. I’m always interested in what people have to say about these things though, so let me know if you have any thoughts about your personality type, and holler at me if you’re an INFJ too!
Haha, alright y’all. Goodnight 🙂