You know, they used to call Albert Einstein stupid because they didn't understand what he was talking about and thought it didn't make sense.
They weren't capable of understanding him, so they called him stupid. With me, it's the same thing. They call me stupid because they can't understand me.
"Failing to plan is planning to fail" is a nice metaphor from my dad. I don't agree with it at all. I my opinion:
"Planning is for people who can't adapt."
But that's not entirely it. My dad has his ideal way of raising me, which I hate as well, and nothing will change his mind. INFJs are by far the hardest type to manipulate, which is a bad thing in this case. My dad calls it "hard love", I call it "what an asshole!", and I'm afraid the "friction" will never change until you're an adult. My dad values the exact same thing more than anything which I resent more than anything. AUTHORITY. INFJs are assholes because they can be.
But I'll tolerate that for now. "The door swings both ways" so he'll pay when I'm an adult and he's at my house.
But telling him won't change anything. He won't listen to you because he's too busy trying to prove his point.
To make it blunt: He's Gandhi and Hitler at the same time.
Wasn't Gandhi an INFP, though?
Anyway, my dad is more of a soft INFJ, I guess. Or maybe a healthier one? Since he is the most understanding and selfless person I know.