Fair enough. I admit, stereotyping is unfortunate. At the same time, I think it's meant more to shield himself from something that is acutely painful. I think it's silly, but I also think he knows its silly, and will likely regret having posted it if he see it again. Lord knows I recognize when I let my emotions get the better of me - precisely by when I try to be objective about a completely subjective subject.
Had I pointed out the distinct signs of desperation here, I would have been booed down for being a harpy. Coming from you, it will ride.
It's not a fantasy. It's just how we work things out. It may come across as a fantasy, but deep down inside, we know the truth. We just don't want others to know it's hurting us, that's all.
Dear me. Allow me to clarify (
one more time - see what I did there?). I didn't say his expectations of happiness were fantasy. That would be cruel and presumptuous. I would have no way of knowing that unless I was inside his brain. What I label "fantasy" is anything defended with aforementioned desperate energy as if it were never to happen in reality. Had no possibility. Had no bearing. Had no sustaining substance.
Do we not all feel that pang at times? We do. Believe me, I need not be taught about that. Try being a girl with a pain disorder with a history of violence and a background of poverty. Do I resent my eternal hope for better? Do I instinctively retreat into a more beautiful world to help brace for the next blow? Do I hope for the best while preparing for the worst? Do I slam the door in the face of reality when the pain is too bad? Do I shove my memories of love away while holding them so close my knuckles turn white?
It's the masochistic tendency of us all. We never live up to what's in our minds. We disqualify
ourselves.
Save me. Save me. Help me. 11th hour rescue. Obscurity. Personal obliteration. The bullet that won't fire.
What I detect as "fantasy" in this thread -
this thread - is the lack of balance. Even clouds cast shadows.
Well, you do know the Tralfamadorians will destroy the universe when they are testing a new rocket engine design, right?
lol! ... good point... ... ...
That's my own experience, and that of the other ENTPs I've known (most of the ESTPs as well). I have no clue what it means when someone says they "feel the presence of God" (and I went to church growing up), and once assumed they were either deluding themselves or trying to dupe me.
I believe C. S. Lewis refers to it as the "numinous" experience. What cannot be explained, only felt. When you're in the presence of things extremely old, or in a place with so many human presences built up on it over the centuries, do you never feel the sense that you're swimming in the spirits of the semi-departed? We die, but we don't cease.
You're expecting people who are grasping for the last threads of hope, that their lifelong feelings of isolation may be quelled, to act with a clear head. Of course they'll stereotype and generalize in a binary fashion - that's the shadow coming out. It's sort of like when a man is acting in a way others would see as misogynist; it's very unlikely that the man does not love and respect his mother, right? He might have just been burned by a horrific end to a relationship and needs to vent.
He says he knows no ENFJs in real life. How would he know? Do I read immaturity into this again to explain away his swipe at me when I dared to wave my hand through his smoke?
Again, you seem to detect a last ditch desperation in this thread. I find that interesting. I'm filing it away for future reference.
IRL, I've dealt with people who seemed irrational or actively repulsive. I remember when I was schooling in Northern Ireland, there was a girl there in my class (in my locker bay, even) who told me from the outset when I first met her, "You won't like me. Nobody does."
I ignored that. Even though withdrawn and sarcastic, I thought she was funny and sweet-natured, and the day I told her she was beautiful, she blinked, said, "No I'm not. I'm ugly." It was ridiculous. She looked like a blond angel with beautiful skin and bright blue eyes. She'd taken the years of torment from the boys at school as truth. I remember standing several of them down like bloody-minded wolves looking for something weak to maul. I became very close with her. I even had her over to my house in the States. When we left Antrim, she came to my house to see us off and cried and cried.
I can see through that facade. What I don't like - and have learned not to tolerate - are active punishments. I may call for help, but I don't touch wounded animals -
they bite.
Yeah. He probably looks upon those moments with fondness. You're still his little girl, after all, and it probably makes him feel important to know that you still might need a hand once in a while. I know it's a cliche, but I really do think you never grow up in your parents' eyes.
I get called Mini Me. We have the same hair, the same humor, the same intensity, the same bad eyesight, the same high temper and bookishness. We react to things the same way, sometimes in a mirror image when we're standing together. I think I scare him a lot, with my more external nature, like he instinctively wants me to protect myself, but admires me when I don't. I admire his high Ti and analytical nature.
No one has to be perfect all the time - I can tell you, as a typical NT know-it-all, people really, really do not like that. It's a good thing to show others your foibles from time to time. Besides, if men were angels, we wouldn't even be having this conversation

. Love is about needing that person in your life, despite their imperfections.
I think what can be openly admired about NTPs from my own experience are their capacities for confession and self-renewal. My ex-bf, an eNTP, was a complicated mix of deep caring and humility, and being an arse. lol I loved how he helped others while being a thorn in their sides. I loved his ability to bust on himself as much as others. My own ENFP sister is a marvel - I cannot comprehend how tough she truly is, though I know what I've seen is enough to tell me that she's one of the most amazing people I've ever known. Ne-dominants have their own brand of tensile strength and ability to remain "open" even when life is hurling bricks at them.
We know that good girls go for asshole guys because that's how we evolved. This knowledge makes perfect logical sense (NeTi). It also offends our sense of interpersonal equity deeply (Fe). So, to validate our own sense of sexual attractiveness, some ENTPs develop an abrasiveness to their normal "argumentative" speech patterns. This only serves to turn more girls off, so things become more and more frustrating.
I've seen girls LEAP at jerks, and guys find the most abusive woman they can. It boggles the mind. It offends every sensible person.
I tend to desire finding the right match for me the old-fashioned way. More of a challenge that way, isn't it?
Oh, yes. Do I love a little challenge.
I tend to be, eh, old fashioned in my approaches as well. I like to see how things bear out, how certain people react to both hits and misses. It's amazing how some people can take the bad times in stride, but become ugly - like a shrieking laugh - when good things come their way. You can judge someone as easily by their reaction to prosperity as you can despair.
I've talked with Cascade before on this subject - we both feel as if we may be old cat ladies because we need things in love a certain way. Something hitting us just right. That intangible eureka quality of "yes". Seems like the planets must all align to get that - and who can make that happen? Your heart tells you: "Someone and no one".