I hung out with my INTJ friend yesterday with a new INFJ along for part of the ride, the evening started with him getting wound up early and going on tirades about having to sort recyclables, and how he would like to just to put all trash in a trash bin and dump it in a river. Then he started going on about how he doesn't expect to make it to 60 and that he was born an old man, and he want to make sure he dies before he becomes one with the aid of cigarettes and scotch.
After the INFJ parted he then got all self-loathing for sounding like a blowhard and went into a tailspin. Then we got progressively drunk and did our weekly talk about seizing the moment and facing fears, then he became violently courageous and struck up a conversation with a stunning girl standing next to us. But, she was boring as all fuck.
Hahaha, I'm starting to feel guilty about being entertained by him.