Hey, look who's back and hasn't been drinking.
The other day I happened upon two neighbours standing in the stairwell, agitated. They were discussing an ex-colleague of ours who is back in the area. From the INTJ perspective that ex-colleague is a menace. She has an astonishing array of personal problems and has been medicating them for decades. She is now a full-blown, reckless and aggressive alcoholic, and incidental people abuser. The neighbours are both mature fellas, one ISFP and 50, the other XXXX and in his forties I guess. They have both been imposed upon in the past by the ex-colleague. The mere thought of her had them both in a tizzy. I have never seen the ISFP talk so fast nor look so jumpy. The whole thing was infecting me too, at least because a young INFJ elsewhere has been trying to help the alcoholic and consulting sometimes with me, not that I can offer any thoughts other than warning her she's right to feel used.
So there we were, three grown men anxious and afraid and talking fast. And out of her house comes another colleague, 67, and it's a hard call at that age, but I'm going with ENFJ because she's got the tension, the woe-is-me sometimes, and the personal authority. (And the groups of people around her she dips in and out of for meaning and relaxation.)
Long story short, she calmed everyone down by taking over the conversation and somehow or other ending up telling soporific, mildly uplifting stories about her time in Africa. Force majeure, and it worked. I felt the burden lift. All four of us were able to go away and be about our business.