Last night, my sister was talking on the phone with our longtime ISFP male friend, and one point I burst into the room to tell her something about dinner, and instead leant over and barked into the phone, "Nobody likes you! Get outta here!" which made both sis and ISFP friend dissolve into giggles. He said, "You know, Jaye, you're tolerably sane. Your sister, however, is a raving lunatic." I told him that I was going to come to his house and beat him up (perhaps with a frilly shoe), and that made him laugh even harder.
Apparently "lunatic" has been added to Hater's List. Whatever!
. The ENFJ is now to the point that he sometimes adopts a slightly British speaking accent to sound more impressive during class (and he's from Minnesota, haha)
. And he sends out sickeningly clever-ish emails full of PG-rated puns, witticisms, and inside jokes that are so transparently self-serving that I cringe when I read them, haha.
