Someone posted their myers-briggs type on facebook, which made me go look mine up again. I found it actually very comforting to remember, or to be reminded, to see my basic temperament printed out - I guess just that I'm not making it up when I say I'm not "like" a lot of people. INFJ, as the description says "is quite rare, less than 3% of the population." (I assume they mean western population. Who else spends their time researching and figuring out who does what and like how?)
I have been told for much of my life that I'm "different." Sometimes as a "what's wrong with you?" thing, and sometimes as a "you are very special" type thing. Wrong or special because I am different from whoever is calling me different.
For Matt, I was different because I was like him. I was special because we were the same. We weren't being "different," we were being ourselves. When one of the three percent finds and loves another of an equally rare percentage - well, let me just say that now I have to stop typing because I'm crying too much. Even though it is unusual for someone of my "type" to acknowledge that out loud.