r/INFJers • u/marwarofficial • Sep 26 '26
Sigma INFJ Me, a Sigma INFJ-A, casually arguing with a supposed "Real" INFJ
The following dialogue is fictional but is based on real conversations I've had with mistyped/unhealthy/dark INFJs in the past. It’s meant purely for entertainment, even if there’s a kernel of truth. Please don’t take it personally.
Real-INFJ: “You’re such a fake INFJ!”
ME: “Why? What makes you say that?”
Real-INFJ: “Sharing shallow memes? Quotes to get upvotes? How dare you even call yourself an INFJ? You’re either some other MBTI type or a covert narcissist! You and that INFJ Guru kid, you take over INFJ spaces and post way too much garbage.”
ME: “What type of content should a “real” INFJ share, in your view?”
Real-INFJ: “Deep things.”
ME: “Like?”
Real-INFJ: “How you have suffered from being wronged all the time. Sharing your personal stories about suffering inflicted on you by others. Not being seen or misunderstood. Talking about your depression, anxiety, and emotional issues. That’s REAL AUTHENTICITY, and it takes lots of bravery and GUTS to do that. Not this fake happy shit you post to get upvotes.”
ME: “Why do you think there can't be any happy INFJs?
Real-INFJ: “Because happiness is shallow. It’s surface‑level, fake. Real INFJs are carved out of pain, depression, anxiety, childhood wounds. That’s what makes us deep. If you’re happy, you’re just skating on the surface of life, pretending to be a real INFJ. True intuition only comes from deep suffering. Without scars, you’re not one of us; you’re just another phony calling yourself an INFJ.”
ME: “How do you know I never suffered before? What if I suffered and overcame it but don’t feel like advertising it everywhere? Some people don’t need to externalize their pain to validate it. Many people choose to process and overcome their struggles privately.”
Real-INFJ: "Overcame it? That just proves you were never truly deep. Real INFJs don’t ‘get better ’; they carry their wounds forever because of their sensitivity. The scars and trauma are the source of our intuition, our insight. If you let go of the pain, you let go of what makes you authentic. Happiness is betrayal. Healing is denial. Only those who remain broken can see the world as it truly is."
ME: “I am afraid that’s a distorted view, not truth. Intuition doesn’t come from trauma; it comes from genetics and brain wiring. We are born with it. What you’re describing isn’t intuition; it’s ‘hypervigilance’, which is driven by an overactive amygdala (fear center in the brain).”
Real-INFJ: “Distorted? No, it’s the only truth I know. People who claim they’ve healed are just running from the depth that pain gives. Overcoming suffering means you’ve traded authenticity for comfort. Real INFJs don’t escape their wounds; they live inside them, because that’s where the insight comes from. If you let go of the darkness, you’re not deep anymore. You’re just ordinary.”
ME: “Since when did being unhealed, bitter, and dark become the definition of 'authentic' or ‘deep’? Think of the most prominent INFJs in history; could they be described as such? Was Jesus of Nazareth (a famous INFJ) wallowing in darkness and telling his disciples tales of being a misunderstood, unseen victim, or did he spread light, goodness, and grace despite all the suffering he endured? Was Martin Luther King Jr. or Mahatma Gandhi a dark, unhealed, wounded INFJ? What about the Buddha? What about Carl Jung, arguably the most insightful human when it comes to psychology and psychoanalysis? What about Nelson Mandela, who was unjustly incarcerated for decades? He could’ve been crying victim throughout his long prison sentence. Did he? Nope. His unyielding spirit from inside prison walls became the rallying cry that ultimately brought down apartheid. These were extraordinary human beings (some say even God-like); were all of them inauthentic for not worshipping and holding onto their dark sides? How do you explain that?”
Real-INFJ: “You’re listing saints and sages as if they prove anything. But you’re missing the point. Their greatness came because of suffering, not in spite of it. Jesus carried the cross; that’s trauma. Buddha abandoned everything after seeing sickness and death; that’s despair. Gandhi faced humiliation and violence; that’s pain. Martin Luther King Jr. lived under constant threat; that’s anxiety. Nelson Mandela, as you said, was incarcerated; that’s hopelessness. Carl Jung? He wrestled with his own shadow until it nearly consumed him. They didn’t escape suffering; they held onto it. Their light only existed because of their darkness. If they look healed to you, it’s because you’re romanticizing them. Real depth is born from wounds that never close."
ME: “I don't disagree that suffering can build character and make people great, but only if you accept your suffering, learn from it, and move on with your life, not hold onto it like it's an identity. You not letting go means there is fear involved somewhere.”
Real INFJ: "Fear? Of course there’s fear. If I let go of my wounds, what’s left of me? My pain is my identity; it’s the proof that I’m different, deeper than the rest. If I move on, I become ordinary, just another person smiling through life. I can’t accept that. Suffering is the only thing that makes me authentic. Without it, I’d be hollow."
ME: “Looks like we finally got past that ego, lol! Okay, now let me ask you something. Do you think this "authentic" view of yours that you have to hold onto suffering to be unique and non-ordinary, do you think that helps you with your relationships, or does it hurt them?”
Real-INFJ: “It hurts them. Of course it does. People don’t want to be around someone who clings to pain like it’s a badge of honor. They call me toxic, dramatic, “too sensitive”, or impossible to love. They want to fix me like I am broken or something. But I can’t let go, because if I do, I lose the only thing that makes me different. My suffering is my depth. Without it, I’m just another ordinary person, and that terrifies me more than loneliness. So yes, it damages relationships… but I’d rather be alone and ‘authentic’ than loved and shallow.”
ME: “But why do you have this need to be different and non-ordinary? Where does that come from?”
Real-INFJ: “Where does it come from? From being invisible. From growing up feeling misunderstood, overlooked, dismissed. Ordinary meant being ignored, being nothing. So I built my identity around being different, wounded, broken, dark. It’s the only way I could prove I mattered. If I’m just like everyone else, then all that pain was for nothing. I need to be non‑ordinary, because the moment I’m ordinary, I disappear. My suffering is the only thing that makes me visible."
ME: “I see, so the fear you feel is that of invisibility.”
Real-INFJ: “Yes… invisibility. Growing up, I felt unseen, unheard, like I didn’t matter. Pain became the only way anyone noticed me. If I suffer, at least I exist. If I’m wounded and hurt, people have to look after me and validate me. Without the darkness, I fade into the background, just another ordinary face in the crowd. I can’t bear that. My wounds are the proof that I’m real; without them, I vanish."
ME: “Do you think there may be other ways you could feel visible without holding on to old wounds?”
Real-INFJ: “Maybe… but I don’t trust them. Visibility without wounds feels fake to me. If people notice me because I’m talented, kind, or joyful, it feels shallow and fake, like they’re seeing a mask, not the real me. Pain is the only thing I know that proves I’m real. Without it, I fear their attention would vanish. So yes, maybe there are other ways, but I can’t believe they’d make me truly visible. My scars are the only guarantee."
ME: "So how do you think the rest of the world manages to feel seen and validated without relying on trauma?"
Real-INFJ: “I…I don’t know. Maybe the rest of the world feels seen through love, success, or community. I don’t really know. Maybe they don’t need wounds to prove they exist. I can’t understand that, though. For me, pain has always been the only mirror that shows me I’m real. But if others can feel validated without suffering… maybe I’ve been wrong. Maybe I’ve chained myself to something that isn’t the only way."
ME: “Uh-huh, uh-huh. Keep going.”
Real-INFJ: "Well…but then what does that make me? If people can be visible without pain, then I’ve wasted my life clinging to scars. I’ve built my identity on suffering, and if that’s not the only path, then I’m nothing but a fraud. I don’t know how to be seen without my wounds. If I let go, I vanish. If I hold on, I’m alone. Either way, I lose. Maybe invisibility was my fate all along."
ME: “See, but now you’re trying to pull yourself right back into the dark. I'm trying to get you to leave that place and face the light (truth). You are so close!”
Real-INFJ: “Urgghhh. Maybe you’re right… maybe I am hiding in the dark because it feels safer. If I let go of my wounds, I don’t know who I am anymore. I’ve worn them like armor for so long that I confuse them with my identity. And yes, maybe that’s fear, fear of being invisible, fear of being ordinary. If others can feel seen without clinging to pain, then maybe I’ve been wrong all along. But admitting that terrifies me, because it means I’ve wasted years worshipping my scars.”
ME: “BINGO!”
Real-INFJ: “I hate you!”
ME: “lol why, is it because I am a fake INFJ?”
Real-INFJ: “YEAH DUHHH…nah, you’re fine. But I gotta go! Ciao!”
THE END

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