call me strange, but if you find an INFJ and actually ask them what happens when they fall in love, you'll be amazed to discover that the struggle is indeed very, very real--and it's not a matter worth laughing at either. sometimes falling in love makes me feel terribly lonely; it's just never easy for me to talk about it. i guess in this case, what makes everything turn against me in this cyclical chain of things is the fact that this love i have found its way to someone whose surface traits are by no means in sync with mine.
he's far too old, and far too sharp with his words and far too abrasive in his thinking and far too distant in moral philosophies and principles for me to even consider liking.
but unfortunately, he's an INFJ too.
and considering how rare it is for two INFJs to cross paths, i cannot dub this possibility as safe by any means. no means at all. even with all the love that may come round, or the "could be"s and "maybe"s that would come my way.
it's just not going to happen.
