NFs: You are great and terrible. Great, because great minds think alike, terrible, because you remind me of all the flaws I detest in myself. Imagine two windows looking out onto the world side-by-side. The same panes of glass tinted the same color, but only varying in their open to closed state and their degree of cleanliness. (Pardon while I lol at my own metaphor loving INFJness.)
NTs: You brilliant basta'ds. We are capable of such expansive conversation in the parlor on a comfortable couch. We might sort out the world's troubles once and for all, or so I hope. But woe betide us if we venture into a discussion of feelings, morality, or romance. It would be a "Murder Death Kill" of our temporary synchronizations of being. Farewell my short-lived shipmate in the boat called life. *waves tear-filled handkerchief*
SPs: What the f*ck to do with you wacky ass nutters? You're a mess you know that? You're all over the damn place. But God strike me down if I pretend you don't make me laugh, love, and err in spite of my better principles. *sigh* You exasperate me, but you make it worthwhile. And you draw out my envy because you have a grasp of this world, this tangible world that you always manage to experience so fully, that I will never achieve --only dream of in retrospect.
SJs: You sexy, stubborn, practically-oriented fuckaz. I don't want you anywhere near a position of authority over me. You will always fail to relate to what matters most to me. But as a mate, as a friend, you are dependable and trust-worthy with an unshakable inner compass. Though for slightly different reasons, you for your sense of duty, me for my sense of affection --we would walk through fire for the other, without