I'm loathe to answer ye Amargith dear, but only because you use your knowledge to crack the crazy NT's open a bit more with each new insight. You're so awesome at it though that I feel you deserve an answer.
* "But does that bullshitting eventually stall you enough time in order to succeed in the end?" *
Quite often, yes. I've found that sometimes all the world needs is a new shiny toy to distract them and then life goes on. Today's drama is yesterdays news. I have been called (both by myself and by... well, by INTPs) a terrific bullshitter. The thing is though... I don't necessarily think its bullshit. The ideas come from SOMEWHERE and just because I can't recall where I heard something or why I know something doesn't mean I'm WRONG... it just means that at some point, something planted in my mind about whatever the topic is and I am at least 80% sure that I know what I'm talking about. I don't ever lie just to 'prove a point' or 'win an argument'. That would be stupid.
* "If yes, how do you go about that?" *
It isn't really a conscious decision. I don't go 'Haha, watch me BS this guy into giving me my way'... I just kind of pull coherent knowledge out of God-knows-where, having somehow understood it or heard it at some point,
A good example... I often can hear music in a genre I NEVER (and I mean NEVER) listen to, and somehow still know who the artist is. Somewhere in my oblivious world I've maybe seen a newspaper ad, heard a commercial, saw them on the news or caught half a minute on a late night show... SOMETHING to say 'Oh yeah, thats so-and-so' but have no damn clue HOW I know. Sometimes I really sit and try to remember where I heard their name or why I recognize the voice, but I know that my only exposure to music is generally what is on my ipod. I don't go to bars. I don't go to parties, so the only thing I can think is that it must have been on TV somewhere as I flipped through channels.
I'm going to reverse these next two questions because the 'why' will make more sense if I do.
* "What do you consider succeeding?" *
I have very little concern for what the world considers 'success'. Material things are not important to me. Climbing ladders is not important to me unless it meets my immediate goals of staying motivated to learn more. I wear the same pair of Walmart shoes happily every day. I have shirts that are older than my daughter. My car was bought because it was a good deal and I would HATE to live in a giant mansion in Beverly Hills. Success to me is knowing that I did the best that I could do at whatever it was I was trying to accomplish, be it a job at work, a relationship or cooking dinner. Do I always succeed? No. Not half as often as I could. I cut corners because I can. I prioritize. "Is it really that important that my dinner be perfect?" I give the effort where I feel it is most needed to be happy and I focus my energy there.
* "And why do you consider it succes?" *
I consider 'Bull shitting' things to be a success because I know that out of the depths of a seemingly oblivious mind come some really crazily accurate things. It amazes me and makes me happy that I somehow know things, even when I can't explain them. It increases my faith in myself, and confidence is never a bad thing to have in life. Things don't always go like I think they should, but I know that I used every personal resource that I had to try to make it happen. I try to life my life with no regrets.
*"And is that genius or ...sheer luck and half-assing it?"*
This one I can't answer. My friends know that I'm insanely "lucky" with things... I'm the person who slows down for 'no reason' right before coming around a bend to pass a cop sitting with his radar out. (Picking up on other brakelights that hit way ahead of me when cars go around the bend?) I 'find' things that I lost right when I need them and I remember at the last minute that I forgot to do something extremely important... only to realize that I had somehow remembered to prepare myself for such an eventuality.
Onlookers must think I'm an airhead. If I were a comedy show, there would be traffic jams piling up behind me and roofs collapsing as I walk out of buildings while I obliviously smile and wave to people looking my direction. I'm a walking catastrophe... but somehow my subconscious looks out for me.
Is it luck or some kind of intuitive, subconscious genius? I have no clue, but it works well for me.