Good thing your brother didn't say what he wanted to say spread across a hundred different threats. Did he try to make it easy on you?
Haha, yeah, I think his "feeliness" and his desire for company saved me on that one. Although I'm not sure if threats from him would have caused me to stop my antics or if his attempts would have just made me become more amused.
Easy on me? As in sparing me an incredibly long story for a semi-long one? No, not really. I guess there was mutual annoyance in our situation. He'd tell me a not-so-exciting story of unnecessary length, and I'd mock him for some type of amusement in between.
Cookies. They seem to love cookies. Oh and telling them straight out that you appreciate them and why. Give them lots of hugs and kisses (be sure to set aside hours if you're planning to appreciate with kisses). Show that you're happy. They really thrive on that.
Evil woman! I *do* love cookies!
I feel most appreciated when my gloriousness is expounded upon in epic Nordic boast-rhyme illuminating all my many brave feats of awesome.
ENFJs, what makes you feel appreciated? What would be a good way to show an ENFJ you appreciate him/her?
As stated before, directness and honesty never goes unnoticed or forgotten. Another zinger would be to be there when they require your aid or even just your presence, as much as they have invested in you. Everything is a two-way street for us, I believe.
"In the game of chess, you can never let your opponent see your pieces."
I like being truly needed or integral to a system/loved person's life, even if it's seemingly silly stuff like making someone laugh, or "Pink, tell me what this word means" or "Pink, I just need to talk, got a minute?" I like to be in *a* position to help, not the exclusive person, and I would never manipulate someone in order to be in control of them or insert myself into their business if I'm not asked inside first. When my ENTJ best friend tells me that if she doesn't know the answer to something, calling the Twins will reveal the mystery, that makes me feel very loved and appreciated. I know she's proud of our intelligence (wacky ENTJs!) and that in turn makes me want to get smarter and smarter so I can be mighty and stuff.
When others are made to relinquish, I feel like it's my job to not let go. I've made allegorical parallels to grabbing on and dipping souls out of the Styx. It really does feel like that sometimes. My friends appreciate my ferociousness and tenacity.
Being a bulldog can have huge downsides too of course. Like when you NEED to let go and don't know how.