When I moved into my house, I had neighbors come introduce themselves while the van was unloading. Thought they were being friendly. Turns out the prior owners had lots of loud parties & the police had to be called a lot & so they were trying to figure out if I was a partier. Haha no, I’m an INFJ.

A 17-30something me would have let him in, no questions asked. Despite that, I turn 54 next month. I sat for a few hours pondering what flavor of high I had turned down & if I fit a profile, or if it was a judgment based purely on location.