My dad is an ESTJ, I think. Hes a really good person, he has a lot of integrity, he always wants people to do the right thing. He is, like people say, the pillar of the community in some respects, or at least in his circles (i.e. president of board of directors at the golf club, president of the lawyers association). He is very practical and very hard working, and he definitely seperates work from play very well. He works all week, then plays golf on the weekend, and thats how he loves to do it. He was a very good sense of humour, although he doesn't spin off jokes all the time or anything.
He can lack understanding at times, and can try to make me do things how he would do them, rather than how I naturally want to. If I'm not doing things his way, eh does not like it. His motto is pretty much "do it, and do it now", and if I don't do the same, its not pretty. He is also terrible at giving praise, and can be over critical, which I think is related to a lack of understanding, too. For example, he does not understand that I'm only getting the bare minimum grades in math so that I'll pass, and thus expects me to get at least a 75 to "be on average". If I don't, he gets pissed, and rants and raves. But when I do get good marks in a class (i.e. the 92 on my last Anthropology test), it is barely acknowledged ("Thats good" ) compared to the reaction given to a bad mark. After the parent/teacher interview night he said that the teachers said good thigns about me and that I was making progress -then he began to bring up the negative things again even though the teachers didn't mention them.
She was my sidekick. I'd come up with crazy pranks, she'd get her hands dirty alongside me and implement them to my lead. She'd in turn use me as an "oh, Usehername, when will you ever learn to (cook/learn proper social skills so people don't think you're weird/grow up and stop being so daydreamy...)" so we both took turns leading each other. I was fine to be seen as the dreamy kid, because when it came time for a crazy plan, I was master & commander and she went along for the ride.
Also, we could avoid each other for a week and both be fine with hanging out with other friends and not care. She was cool that way.
*You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.
*Faith is the art of holding on to things your reason once accepted, despite your changing moods.
Another thing that just came to mind - the ESTJ I know has a fantastic memory for little bits of useless trivia. He remembers the casts of obscure TV shows from 20 years ago, the name of bands that had one hit and one hit only, and probably the album that hit was on, to boot. Given, his knowledge of more recent bands/shows is less complete, but just about anything that isn't entirely obscure from 10 or 20 years ago, he knows. It never fails to astonish me.
Yes, I'm a big music fan as well - it reminds me of
So far, I've gotten 49 ESTJ's on various tests, 6 ENTJ and 1 INTJ.
(Healthy) ESTJs are fine, in small doses. Living with one is too much.
My moms ESTJ, and at times it can be to much, there are times when she does things that drive me up the walls, but then again if I spend to much time with anybody they start to wear on me. We're okay, she just needs to learn to keep in mind how I feel about certain things, and I need to keep in mind that she's a social animal before anything else, save for being my mom, she's good at that.
The only reason he or the one I know are any better is because they've got Ne better than many NPs I know. His Si has been on Ne's heels lately and has since (I think) passed it in frequency of use and strength.