When I first learned that I was an INFP, I wasn't really happy but then I got used to the idea. Then when I learned that I was actually an INFJ, I was really quite upset. But now I'm getting used to the idea and accepting that on the inside I'm a bit of a structured freak in my own always-late, never-really-following-schedules way.

Cheers to the old INFJs and new INFJs because I don't feel alone anymore! Gah, hate being alone.