(how an) INTJ travels

A year and a half ago, before I left for Brazil the first time, I had a boyfriend who didn’t get it. We had been arguing about me leaving, and after a particularly horrendous backpack shopping trip, he said, ‘Why do you like to live abroad? You don’t even like people.’

He was right about me not liking people, but not about the correlation between having a desire to travel and wanting to socialize. I’m an INTJ, which, for those of you non-MBTI-savvy people who have happened to stumble across this blog, means Introverted, Intuiting, Thinking, and Judging. It means crowds stress me out, as do repetitive music and loud people. It means I hate small talk and learning about things I have absolutely no interest in. It means adrenaline rushes are not for me and that trying new things is almost always scary. But it’s this last reason that motivates me to live abroad.

Something I’m noticeably bad at is living in the moment. This deficiency has helped me not get pregnant, overdose on drugs, or get a tattoo of a Chinese character on my ass, but it can also make me live completely in the future, a place that will never match reality. The future becomes the present, which is usually more disappointing than the future I had planned out. In the U.S. I have books full of lists and a routine that allows for over-planning. While abroad, I don’t. I have unexpected opportunities to do strange things with questionable people and I take them. I wander around and try to figure out another culture and language. It’s a challenge just to go to the grocery store or post office, and it makes me stop and notice in a way I wouldn’t at home. It’s annoying and new and uncomfortable and interesting. It wakes me up.

I felt guilty about this viewpoint at last year’s work orientation. Everyone was so bubbly and excited to learn how to dance forro and play samba and make so many new Brazilian friends while researching social inequality in the favelas or whatever. I was excited to drink caipirinhas on the beach and take things in stride, which, though I tried, I failed miserably at (but succeeded stupendously at drinking caipirinhas on the beach). I felt bad for not being enthralled with Brazilian culture. But then I realized I’m not enthralled with any culture, or really anything, except for about three people and books and kissing and the history of obscure languages. And that makes me a crotchety old hermit, but that’s ok. I’m allowed to live anywhere I want without a pat answer for why I wanted to live there.

When people ask why I chose to come to Brazil I say because I love Portuguese, which I do. I can see on people’s faces that this often isn’t enough of an answer for them, but it is for me. I’ve crafted a life here that I like. It includes starting a book club, attending a History of Portuguese class, and watching foreign movies at my neighborhood theater. I go to Starbucks and read. I speak Portuguese with other foreigners more than I do with Brazilians. I drink as much as I want and sleep in as late as I want on the weekends. I go to the beach and meditate and listen to music and people-watch. I stop to listen to violin players on the street playing Chopin’s Nocturne in E Flat Major. I eat too much fried cheese on a stick. I travel around with reckless friends. We talk about sad things, smart things, stupid things; we laugh. It may be different than what others think it should be, but it’s enough for me.


Author: monix7

I am a traveler, reader, creator, editor, translator, learner, scholarship-earner, bonfire-burner, mess-maker, climber, faller, beautifier, and many other things, good and bad.

6 thoughts on “(how an) INTJ travels”

  1. As a fellow INTJ traveler, I really enjoyed this post. It’s also inspired me to write about my own experiences as an introverted traveler. It’s so refreshing to realize that I’m not alone. Thank you for starting a dialogue on the issue.

    1. You’re so welcome, but the same goes for you. Thanks for your solidarity, and for your comment. It’s ok to spend way too much time at an awesome cafe reading a good book when you’re somewhere far from home, and recognizing that takes a huge weight off!

  2. Nice introduction!
    I’m an INTJ woman, into discovering the world too. I’ve always been traveling and nomading around countries, rarely staying in the same town/city for more than 5 years (1.5 years is probably my average).

    I’m turning 33 this year and I still have lots to see and do.
    But after roaming in different environments, I have decided that I like big towns, just for the facilities that are available there…not to mention study/work/cultural opportunities. :)

    I don’t think I dislike people though, rather, I find it hard to find people who operate on the same wacky wavelength as me + are NOT afraid to own their otherwordliness (they often want to hide it/pass for something more common/blend in). I’m sufficiently outgoing (daredevilish?) to meet a lot of people and and bid my goodbyes when it is time, for me, to move on to other grounds, and start the cycle again.

    Over the last 2 years, I’ve found myself traveling more in abstract (ideas, theories, concepts, projects) than physically. Right on time, because I’m getting less fussed about navigating my environment(s) and more prone to relishing established sensory comforts. I guess that’s what people call “Settling”? :)

    Keep updating us about your globetrotting ventures! O_o

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