Everywhere you look, it's types. What's your type? — oh, you're such an INFP. It was fun at first, and lately it just sits heavy. The air of deciding who people are by four letters, and the pressure to keep track of your own — somewhere in there, you got tired. If that's you, this note is for you.
It wears you down because type becomes a ruler
Getting tired of MBTI doesn't mean you've turned cynical. It's that type is so convenient it quietly becomes a ruler for measuring people. She's a such-and-such type, so… — those two types clash, so… Judging a person by their box first is the kind of thing that costs you a little more each time. It isn't that you're bored; you're tired of relating to people through type.
Type is a doorway, not a destination
Introvert or extravert, thinking or feeling — these are fine as a way in, a first look at yourself. But it's only the entrance to the map. Stop there, at I'm a such-and-such type, and you never reach the finer, more contradictory self past the doorway. Knowing your type and calling it done is a little like reading only the cover and feeling you've read the book.
Set the label down for a moment
When it gets heavy, try letting go of which type am I for a while. Instead of fitting yourself to a box and checking the match, read yourself in shades — here's someone who tends this way — as prose rather than a tag. Often that sits better than pinning on one more label. If it turns out the test also just never felt accurate, or that no type ever quite fit you, those notes are here too.
Don't hold the person outside the type against yourself
You don't have to read your own distance from the trend as being no fun. Wanting to step back from sorting people is, if anything, a sign you're a careful person — one who would rather not decide others by their box. Let everyone else stay excited; you're allowed to think, quietly, I'm just me. Set the handy label down, and what's left is the single book that no type could say.