I thought of an ESTJ anecdote this afternoon and I want to see if you guys relate.
A couple of years ago I was visiting my INFP BFF in Washington DC. We went to Arlington National Cemetery. After a long day of walking, our feet hurt, and we ended up sitting in the Amphitheatre and talking for a long time.
Arlington National Cemetery:: Visitor_Information
On the way home on the Metro, we were talking about how beautiful the amphitheatre was. I started talking about how, yes, it was beautiful, but I was amazed by the vastness of it all, and I think that the beauty of it is in the details, like how much work it took to move all of that marble, the precision and the math involved in cutting all of those slabs of marble so that they would fit together into a perfect circle, and and and ZOMG ALL OF THE LOGICAL DETAILS.
She looked at me and told me I was ruining the beauty of it! But in my mind, so much of the beauty is in the intricacy of the details. It's beautiful on its own, but thinking about the intricacy makes it even MORE beautiful.
You know?