And I love you, and you and you and you!
I so desperately want to be able to react to good news with a cool understated acknowledgement:
In reality I inevitably end up in an improvised happy dance:
ENFPs are the Pembroke Welsh Corgis or the Swedish Valhunds of the human world: intelligent, personable, lovable, clownish, crapping everywhere, and barking at damn near everything.
Now pet us and scratch our butts and behind our ears or we’ll feel hurt.
ENFPs are one of a few types naturally inclined to teach
So, when we have a bad teacher we feel like:
“OH MY GOD I NEED TO GET THIS PERSON FIRED!”
But then we talk with them after class and we walk away thinking,
“Oh, they’re such a great person!”
Wash, Rinse, Repeat.
It’s quite a conflicted feeling: we dislike the teacher and like the person.
ENFPs generally don’t like rules, but do like people,
BUT if they like the people in leadership who make the rules,
they will play by the rules to keep their relationships good.
If they don’t like the people who enforce the rules…
heaven help us all.
ENFP’s have mastered the socially acceptable kind of weird.
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