INFP Personality Type

Friday, 22nd March 2019

We got back to the apartment in the afternoon. Javier was very tired and stuffed from the lunch though. And he said he didn’t feel like going to Kyoto today. It’s around an hour train ride from Osaka to Kyoto. But of course he will feel lazy to go to Kyoto and back. I understand.. so I said I will stay another night. Cause I really don’t want to leave if given a choice.

We laid in bed watching Games of Thrones episodes in between making love, snuggling and kisses. Gosh before we knew it, the sun was down. We had been in bed all day.

I googled questions to ask to get to know someone new. We began talking about random stuff.. about our ideals, beliefs, past relationships, childhood and all of that. We weren’t really doing anything, just talking. But it was good fun. I love talking to him! C:

We took a personality quiz online. It was quite a long questionnaire but I wanted us to do it. Turns out we have the exact personality type! OMG! That must mean something right? I have never met someone who is also an INFP. Maybe we’re meant to be..? (Hahaha)

Then I saw cotton buds (or q-tips as he calls it hahaha) lying on his side table so I asked if he would mind me cleaning my ears. He said he wanted to do that too but he thought that I would mind. So we both started cleaning our ears together. Hahaha. Javier said, “Let me tell you a random fact! Did you know that Asians have dry ear shit and westerners have wet ones?” I was like, “No way.. bullshit!” Before we know it, we were having an ear digging competition to compare our ear shits. There was a moment when we realised how stupid we look and we both burst out laughing cracking up. I looked at him with tears from laughters and thought, “Gawd, I think I love this guy… what do I do!”

The more I dwell in that thought, the sadder and heavier I felt. This feels like an unreal dream. A dream that I will wake up soon. I don’t want to wake up. I started tearing up, I tried to wipe it off pretending it was just tears from the laughers then out they pour more. I couldn’t stop sobbing and crying. This is absolutely embarrassing. I don’t know how he feels about all these. If it’s just a hookup to him, I would look so dumb, emotional and amateur. What kind of girl cries like this in a stranger’s bed after hooking up?

He was taken aback for sure. He asked me why am I crying. I told him I feel so so sad thinking that I would leave him tomorrow. I kept apologising and insisting I don’t mean to cry. I felt so embarrassed showing my vulnerable side. After all, we still just met.

He replied calmly, “please don’t apologise. I’m glad that you are crying. It shows me that you really care. You can’t fake this.” I wasn’t really listening to the words cause I was busy trying to stop my tears. On hindsight, how strange that he said that. What does that even mean? So he is glad I care? Does that mean he cares too?