I am, at my core, a misfit. A well-disguised misfit, but a misfit nonetheless. What do I mean by a well-disguised misfit? I can pretend really well. I’ve become really good at pretending to be an extrovert. I’ve studied the Stoics and wrapped my arms around using logic and reason when solving problems. I’ve become pretty good at employing my elaborate masquerade, especially in work settings. Still, as adept as I’ve become at blending in with the rest of the world, more often than not, I struggle to feel like I belong and fit in with those around me.
Of course, there are exceptions. I never felt like I had to pretend with my parents. There have been a couple of jobs where I felt like I genuinely belonged. And for the past 19 years, I have had the fortune to be loved by an amazing woman. A woman who has been a refuge when I feel like the rest of the world just doesn’t understand me.
But why am I different? Why do I sometimes shut myself off from most of the people I know? Why can I calmly navigate a tragedy or crisis, but sometimes become an emotional mess when minor things don’t work out the way I planned? How can I see certain things about other people that others completely miss? Was I dropped as a baby? Am I simply an accumulation of my life experiences, shaping me into who I am today? Am I, at some level, a societal defect? While there may be some merit in exploring those hypotheses, my journal of self-awareness has me focused on another explanation. Is it possible that the answers to these questions have been under my nose my entire adult life?
I took my first Myers-Briggs assessment at 21, as part of my psychological evaluation when working my way through the hiring process to become a police officer. I was provided with my personality type, but nobody took the time to share with me what that meant. Throughout my career, I’ve taken other personality assessments. I’m a Blue. I’m a Dove. All the wisdom a 30-minute self-assessment could provide. While those exercises had some benefit, especially as I tried to learn about other people, nothing was presented on what those labels mean in relation to me and how I interact with the world. That all began to change a few months ago, when I revisited my Myers-Briggs personality type, INFJ-T. As I did more and more research into my personality type, I had an eureka moment. One particular explanation of the INFJ-T personality type made me question whether Oprah had conducted an exclusive interview with my psyche.
While personality type is not a fully comprehensive explanation as to “who” a person is, I do believe it is a cornerstone to understanding other people. It is a cornerstone to understanding ourselves. Personality doesn’t account for the nurture side of the nature vs. nurture debate. We are, at some level, a product of our experiences. But our personalities are the interface we use to relate to the world. An interface that determines how we react to the world.
How did learning more about my INFJ-T personality type help me answer why I often feel like a misfit? It starts by acknowledging that while INFJ is one of 16 different personality types, it is the rarest occurring personality type, with an estimated 1.5% of the world’s population falling into this category. The “N” in INFJ alone only occurs in about 30% of the world population. If distributed evenly, each of the 16 categories should be around 6.25% each. The reason I feel different than most people is because I AM different than most people. Not better than most people. Not worse than most people. Just…different.
Come along with me on my journey of self-discovery as I learn more about why I am who I am. As we make this journey, you will undoubtedly learn more about me. This won’t necessarily be easy for me. I have, after all, become adept at pretending to be like everyone else. It starts with a commitment to being brutally honest with myself. It starts with removing many of the masks I’ve chosen to wear over the years. My hope is that by the end of this journey, I’ll know more about myself. Maybe, as you follow along, you’ll better understand who I am. Maybe, you’ll even start to learn more about yourself.





