Warning, spoiler alert for the movie 'How to train your dragon.'
I used spoiler tags in the first post here to avoid any accidents, but for the flow of the convo, be warned that spoiler tags will no longer be used!
It occurred to me, when rewatching this movie today that Hiccup is about as ENFP as they come. He sees both sides of the conflict, he does not fit in, he is a social outcast and a weirdo, considered incompetent and despite his best efforts is somehow not capable of just turning off his bleeping Fi and *doing* what is expected of him by his tribe and his family already.
The bolded = Fi to me as an ENFP. It is the crux. It is the essence of life itself. And it is something I cannot violate without violating myself equally so. Nor will it matter if I violate it, as I will be unable to budge on it anyways. Nor will it be possible to clearly word why it is that I cannot do whatever it is they are demanding from me. It feels wrong in *every* possible way, with every fibre of my being, to the point where I am willing to be considered a social pariah and worse. I'll doubt myself the way Hiccup does, feel immensely guilty for disappointing my family, cringe at the fact that I cannot seem to get my life together, that I am hurting *everyone* I love..but in the end it won't matter. It would be like trying to rip out my soul because it is inconvenient to have one. It is plain impossible.
And boy does it get me in trouble.