I agree with this. As it happens I actually don't like the lack of precision in my thoughts, although I've never thought I was NTP of any kind and have resisted any suggestions to the contrary.
I'm not sure if the grass is greener, but it certainly looks better designed from a distance. Meaning that I've always admired, even from a young age, the precise thoughts of abstract thinkers and after all why not? Such individuals were the ones who paved the way for so many advances in our history, social, philosophical and technological.
But...I'm not one of them and never will be. I knew that too, from a young age. So I don't strive to BE like someone, but I do strive to be someone other than me, whoever that is.
And unfortunately MBTI sometimes has a habit of reminding one of limitations. People have told me of dealing with the hand that is dealt to you, to which my mindset has always been to change the hand. Personality, barring damage to the brain or extensive conditioning, doesn't really allow you to do that.
No wonder ISJ's have been placed into the melancholic category.
Imagine being told you are going to be a janitor for 50+ years, then imagine that you are lonely and don't fit in anywhere, then imagine there was this theory that seemed to help in self revelation despite it's lack of hard evidence, imagine you don't fit in there either, imagine your own conscience beating you up for whining when others would love to have your opportunities, imagine knowing that you're at your peak in intelligence and skills, imagine being just intelligent enough to comprehend this to some extent, then imagine...
ALL THE PEOPLE!
Then imagine that you could and perhaps some might say should be helping to do something worthwhile to contribute towards the world, for if you lack ability, intelligence and creativity. At the least you can compensate with tenacity.
Self pitying dick.
I could go on, but id rather leave this type of stuff in my blog. Still, why do I seemed compelled towards avenues I was not built for and which I have consistently failed in?
I hate my parents, but it always mirrors...and what I really hate
is me.