Here are some examples of Fi, through my life and experiences.
1. My father, being SLI type and rather emotionally reserved, is a dutiful man. His primary concern or focus was to take care of us financially and physically. He's a man of very few expressions and so verbal expression of feelings were something we missed out on. At one point in my childhood development, I made a value, a rule so to say that parents who loved their kids, and truly loved them would/should on occasion express these sentiments of love rather than just showing them through duty or providing for them. In my emotionally expressive way, I went up to my dad and crying (literally in pouring tears) told him, or asked and I can't tell which it was "dad, you're supposed to say 'I love you' to us sometimes'." I think my parents both got the point of how sensitive I was to expressions of love.
2. When I was in Junior High a friend, a neighbor, took the Bible my mother had given us to read to keep ourselves occupied and decided she was upset and moved enough to destroy it. She began to shred the pages of the tiny Bible and throw them in the trash. I had formed certain values, again, at that point that certain books or maybe it was all books/bounded materials had something important to say hence one SHOULD not destroy them. I proceeded to "instruct" her in my mild manner, trying to explain to her that books had something of value we could all share in and that I thought it was inappropriate of her to be so violent with the book. She just threw it at me and walked away; I was not expecting this action and was rather bewildered at her protest. I did not like it, casting judgment on her ACTION. It was not the right thing to do. Because of her temperament and her extremes in mood, I thought this was an individual who I could not be around regularly because I didn't have enough energy or will to want to constantly instruct her, seeing as though her logic would not overcome her emotion. I could see this about her in my way. The first thought came to my mind about her was "you're not going to change."
3. I would think that I've always felt a certain weakness for all things around me. A certain sensitivity to purposeful harm of creatures. Yes, I know I kill countless bacteria and microorganisms but there's something morbid and cruel about killing that which you can see, and especially see suffer before you. I've always taken spiders out and whenever possible, tried to recycle natural food/plants. I feel the connectedness of nature and the artificiality of our constructs. Each things, a spider, I've made personification in my own mind. It has feelings just as I would, it will hurt if I touch it a certain way, hence I must be gentle with it. There's an overwhelming need to take care of things because of this feeling resonance of these creatures within me. Or at least, to try not to harm.
4. I can hear my mother's Fi activation in the sound of my voice as I rant about how wrong it is that such and such a person is not supporting someone because they think they are high and mighty and because they think they are the only people deserving or entitled to certain human rights, completely disregarding humanity but rather being choosy based on what clan they want to support. I'm talking here about someone who would rather side with one's ethnic culture and place everyone else down, even if those people are close relatives. It's wrong. And, I often have no trouble expressing why they are wrong and how people should really see things, and when I do, I have no trouble being very bright, expressive and blunt about them. When I do, my mom usually follows with gestures of approval, paralleling my sentiments. These may be, “yes, they think they have it all together, maybe they should look at their own kids and judge them and their families before they do to others.”
5. I have been the type of person who doesn't hold grudges. I don't know why. I'll get upset and hold my high moral ground but soon, the identification with individual circumstances or the understanding of life's challenges and difficulties, as well as a broad understanding of human psychological tendencies, allows this otherwise unforgivable affair to be empathized with. I can't remember the last time anyone did anything specifically malicious towards me, I hope they're not doing it now
I want to find a good example of this, this is one way in which my feelings, creative thinking, takes place and one way in which I come to use what I am.
6. I'm highly prone to feelings of trapped guilt even though some things are just part of human nature, it imprints in my memory and I carry them with me, in agony. I can't let some feeling go easily. When i was 9, my dual cousin sent me a lovely blue dress to wear on my way to see her thousands of miles away. I was in love with that dress and not so much because it was glorious looking, but because someone thought of me when sending it, it made me feel so loved and special. It was also one of the very few things I didn't want to give away. My cousin fell in love with the dress too, but I was insistent upon keeping it. She cried over it, but so did I. My mom decided since it was sent to me that I should keep it but I tried to have her send it to my cousin as soon as my dual cousin saw that I was wearing it. I wore it very proudly. I also feel so guilty and sad that I couldn't give the dress up to that little cousin of mine who didn't have a dress like it. I felt bad that I, who didn't mind much about material things, could feel so attached to this dress and why I didn't let go of it then is a mystery, what over came me? But her, her tears, her fragile tears out of longing for this dress makes me cry every time I think about it and I wish, secretly that I there's something I've given her in the future that took that pain that I caused away. There's a part of me that would like that she never remember that dress, but I know people all too well, they feel, she feels a sense of being ignored by me, by others around her for her love of this dress. I denied her something....I was only 9 and I girl in love with the dress that her cousin sent her. I didn't want to let go of both things. I wish I had been wiser and had not been so proud.