The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

Although I don't recall particularly caring for that story when I read it for Highschool Literature class, it is very remeniscent of life as an INFP. I find I am constantly immagining away the boring and ugly details of the world around me and instead immagining myself in other worlds and other times, on adventures and in fairy tales. This is a characteristic which I believe most INFPs share, though the subject matter of our daydreams of course varies. Everyday life holds little interest for us. Our minds are full of all sorts of possibilities, constantly bouncing off Reality into Wilds of Fantasy. Although we may not be adept at living in the here and now, our minds are immaginative and innovative, capable of bringing inspiration and hope to the world. Yet so often, like geodes, our amazing inner lives remain completely undiscovered by those around us. We are often quiet, and shy, and try not to 'make waves', and so we are overlooked, and never truely seen for what we are. Others glance over us and see only dull clods of earth, while inside there is a sparkling magical world full of beauty and wonder.