I don’t like phone calls. I’m an INFJ, and I grew up in a country that didn’t speak the language I spoke at home. I’ve learned to focus on body language and facial expressions to fill in the context I miss.
I first heard about highly sensitive people last year. I don’t know if all INFJ are HSP, but I’m definitely highly sensitive. I’ve spent my entire life perfecting the art of the poker face because I am so easily offended. And it’s not just you said something sarcastic and I took you seriously. It’s, there was a slightly longer than I expected pause between whatever I said and whatever you responded with. It’s, you stuttered when you invited me. It’s, you glanced at your friend when you thought I wasn’t looking.
And maybe it’s nothing. You know? But my imagination and my anxiety blow every little thing out of proportion.
I’ve always hated phone calls. And I figured out today why. I have nothing to fall back on if I miss a word. I can’t figure out what direction to guide the conversation in if I can’t see how your eyebrows are moving when you talk. I have literally nothing to go on except your voice, and that’s terrifying.