MBTI Type: INFP
Amelie is a highly sensitive girl who is too fearful of sharing her true feelings, she never tells the boy she is crushing on that she loves him; instead, she leads him on a magical tour of discovery, which ends in her kissing him around the face and then touching her cheek, implying it’s now his turn. She is full of wonder and delight for specific things, such as discovering a tiny old cigar box hidden in her bathroom and wanting to return it to its 50 years ago owner. That experience (which she does from afar, without ever confessing to him who did it, or even talking to him when he tries to tell her about it at the pub) makes her start fantasizing about her new life of dramatically changing people’s lives for the better. She envisions her whole life, including being a nun, and her tragic death too young (and everyone who mourns her). Amelie is full of such ideas and visions for her life, always choosing what is fantastical and unrealistic over what is likely. At one point, she says one possibility for his lateness is he did not find her note, but the other one is what she dwells on—an elaborate story of kidnapping, rescues, and living in a shack drinking goat milk abroad. She sees her father needs inspired to leave his home, so she steals his beloved garden gnome from his garden and gives him to a flight attendant, who sends him pictures of the gnome visiting sights around the world. She admits to herself that she does not want a “reality check,” she wants to live in her fantasies. Elsewhere, she sees the potential in hooking up two of the people she sees often in the pub where she works, and plants ideas in their minds about each other so that they wind up together. Amelie also messes with the people in her building, for good and to punish them for their bad behavior (sending her artist friend random recorded things she has seen that might inspire him). She pulls a lot of these ideas from other things people say or what she has seen. She also solves the mystery of the man who takes photos of himself in various photo booths across the city and then tears them up and discards them, when she finds them in a book her dream boy has dropped off his scooter. (First, she theorizes fantastical reasons for his doing this, including him being dead and being a ghost and haunting photo booths.) Amelie also takes pride in her detail-driven attentiveness and loves to “notice things other people don’t.” She says she loves simple pleasures; she picks up pebbles wherever she goes to keep in her collection. Amelie is incredibly sweet, but also not super logical; she doesn’t feel grounded in any way, and it takes her a long time to stop playing games with the boy she likes (an ISFP who seems to understand her love without words) and be direct—and even then, it’s simply because he showed up at her doorstep.
Enneagram: 9w1 sp/so
9s seem to float through life unobserved by others, and are afraid to take up space, and that is Amelie. She gets stuck listening to long, boring conversations she has no interest in, because she can’t assert herself and leave. She is so passive, she doesn’t directly want to speak to the boy she loves, so she views him from a distance. Her neighbor has to tell her to stop observing and start living life. She’s so withdrawn, she finds great joy in making people happy and inspiring them—but without being part of it or any gratitude, or even letting them know of her involvement, such as when she leaves the cigar box in a phone booth for its now-adult man to find. Instead, she is content with her simple and small life, full of little pleasures like running her hands through beans at the local stall. But Amelie also shows the other side of a 9w1—the passive-aggressive side. She finds her neighbor’s keys in his door and tries to return them, but after seeing him berating his son mercilessly, she decides to get revenge by having a copy of his key made and finding subtle ways to punish him in his apartment. She does everything from reverse doorknobs to unsettle him, to pouring salt in his whine, to resetting his clock so he gets up earlier, and even screws with his light bulbs and replaces his slippers with a smaller size. Little things that would drive him nuts, but that he can’t trace to her! His punishment for being a jerk, without her ever having to tell him off in person!