SJs can tell boring stories even when young.
I love old people's stories. They're always interesting. I love old people. You have to have patience with them though.
This has little or nothing to do with type and more to do with generational problems. They're trying to tell you something for your own good. Trust me, you will regret not listening 30 years from now.I wonder if there is a correlation between Si and old people who like to tell excruciatingly long, boring stories. My reason being is the my grandfather (ESTJ) and my grandmother (ISTJ) would both used to do this.
I could be innocently walking downstairs to get a drink when my grandmother would spot me and call me over to sit down. This was always a bad sign. She never wanted to chat, so I had either done something wrong or... it was 'story time'. I would literally cringe. Then an hour later, when the story has about finished I had nearly TWO or THREE seconds (I'm not exaggerating!) to excuse myself and RUN. But if I missed this opportunity I would then have to sit there for another hour, nodding my head, as she continued on to tell another story that I had probably already heard before. This has got to be the most tedious and annoying thing I have ever had to sit through in my entire life.
Maybe they're boring because they're old, not because they're SJ's.
I am considered an excellent raconteur. I remember all the little details that add the flavor to the story.
I have to admit, sometimes I have limited patience. But some stories are just boring.
I still think that SJs are more likely out of the other types to tell stories. Now for some life lessons from my grandparents stories:This has little or nothing to do with type and more to do with generational problems. They're trying to tell you something for your own good. Trust me, you will regret not listening 30 years from now.
I mean it was like she was dumping her Si on me.
No story is boring. Only the listener is a bore.
Elderly people in general like to tell boring stories -- if you want to think about it that way.Many of the elderly S's I know are boring and like to tell long boring stories.
^ This.Your loss if you can't manage to eke some wisdom out of someone willing to share.
BARTLET: I'm not wild about Camp David.
C.J.: Yes, sir.
BARTLET: I'm not the only one, either. Bess Truman didn't like it. I read that somewhere. She thought it was dull. [pause] But there I go, Thanksgiving at Camp David.
C.J.: Yeah.
BARTLET: [pause] It's not a place you go at Thanksgiving, not when you have a farm.
C.J.: Isn't Camp David a farm?
BARTLET: No.
C.J.: Oh.
BARTLET: What makes you think it's a farm?
C.J.: I don't know, it's outside...
BARTLET: Farms have things you can grow, and animals.
C.J.: Right.
BARTLET: I want you to learn more about farms.
C.J.: There's more?
BARTLET: Yeah.
C.J.: Okay. [rolls eyes]
BARTLET: Doesn't matter. Thanksgiving's where your family is, and this year my family's at Camp David. Why, I do not know. Abbey didn't wanna schlepp to New Hampshire. Schlepping in a 747. It's not like we were gonna have to carry our own bags or anything, but I do not argue.
...Were we talking about something?
C.J.: I don't know, sir. When I came in here, back in the late '50s, there was a purpose to it, but then one thing led to another and I blacked out. I mean, I can hang in there with the best of them, sir, but somewhere during the discussion of anise and coriander and the other 15 spices you like to use to baste a turkey, I simply lost consciousness.
BARTLET: You know that line you're not supposed to cross with the President?
C.J.: I'm coming up on it?
BARTLET: No-no. Look behind you.
C.J: Yes, sir.