Ho, a personal offense? I, personally, wouldn't take it like that. I'll probably find it amusing.
We have specific types self-proclaiming archetypes patrols. He will challenge your ENTJ-ness (He's ESTJ, actually). She will challenge your ENFPness (She's ENFJ, actually). Let them sink in their self-induced psychosis. We show pity for these belligerent people for they can't forge an identity without such an apparatus, and have to validate themselves by projecting on others. Know that they will have to protect that identity by questioning yours, for in their crippled sense of self, if they can't see themselves in you, you are not what you claim to be. Give no fucks about them.
The second type is those who go imbibe typology books or articles and think that gives them the sanctimonious authority of an infallible opinion. No. Stand right there in the corner with your nose pushed as far into the wall crevice as possible, hands in the air, left foot in the air then switch to right foot in the air again and again until I call you for dinner. You've been naughty. Also, if you could sing 'Satan gave me a Taco' backwards, that would be nice.
*sigh*
I'm the same asshole whether IRL or IVL, but I realize a ton of people seem very different IRL.
Yep. Basically, the petty defenders with their "That sounded very *type you don't identify as* here".
---
There are people who know themselves better than others, and people who wouldn't trust you unless you're able to see them beyond the outlines. We all watch the same thing but can never see the same thing after all.
If I were to tell [MENTION=31348]Peter Deadpan[/MENTION] that she's an ISFJ, she'll probably cross her arms, pout, and tell me "Pffft, you know me better than that" before looking the other way in disapproval. Because damn her and her 458ness (or not). Deep down that fucker knows I accept her with all I can and cannot see.
Another fool who would try the same thing out of a haughty and unsolicited perspective and he will probably have a hard time recovering from the humiliation he inflicted upon himself.
Coming back to the subject of my arrogant I, I don't identify as a type. If my day to day tendencies and the way I enterprise my people, my family, my business and life goals are governed by ENTJ qualities, I don't care that much. I know better than coin the many insanities of my poised and ambitious self into a mere four letters. The pretentious simpleton on the internet will try to psychoanalyze, and to my own entertainment, he will fall in the most transcendental paradoxes.
-Kim: I came to tell you that you are ExFJ.
-Me: Oh, interesting. Sit down, have some chips and tell me more.
-You just gave me chips which means you're giving.
-Shit man. I can't hide anything from you.
-You're also good with people, especially women. Only F people are good with people.
-Man. You, you are something. Continue.
-The other day you were laughing.
-Like right now? Hahahaha?
-Yes! You also make jokes!
-I should've known they were ESFJ jokes.
-Yes! They are!
-Did you know that I am one hell of a cook too?
-I wouldn't be surprised! That is so ESFJ!
-Ah, the things you don't know, man. The things you don't know.
-Remember that one time when you were comforting that woman?
-Don't tell me. That's also ESFJ?
-YES! It can't get anymore ESFJ than that!
-Oh yes, it can. I love my family.
-Oh my god! Congratulations!
-I NEED A HUG.
*sips tea*