The Burden of Being Right

Fifthly, when being right feels like a curse. You'd think being right would feel

amazing. You'd think there'd be confetti or at least a "Congratulations, you were right...

again" text message. But for you as an INFJ, being right so often feels like standing

alone in the middle of a movie set after everyone else has left the theater. Sure,

you called every twist, you saw every train wreck before it happened,

but all you get is the echo of your own warning bouncing off empty walls. There's something

bittersweet about seeing your predictions come true when nobody wanted to believe you.

It's like winning a game nobody else knew they were playing. The prize? A front row seat