Imagine if all 16 Myers-Briggs® personality types decided to get together and plan a holiday dinner. The idea itself is a recipe for chaos, or maybe for the most epic and unforgettable meal of the year! Find out how it plays out in this story-style exploration of holiday havoc!
Keep in mind, you might want to read this entire article rather than just scrolling to your section! All the types interact in this post!
The 16 Myers-Briggs® Personality Types at a Holiday Dinner
Estimated reading time: 24 minutes
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Ah, the ESTJ, the logistical mastermind of our group. When planning the holiday dinner, they’d make Excel spreadsheets their best friend. They’d have a color-coded system for everything – guest list, seating arrangement, menu items, even the toppings on the pies.
They’d lean heavily on the ISTJs for help – another sensible, practical type who understands the beauty of a well-organized plan. The ESTJs and ISTJs would be the dynamic duo, turning the chaos of the holiday dinner into an orchestrated symphony of logistics.
But, oh boy! The ENFPs and the ESFPs. They would surely give the ESTJ a run for their money. With their spontaneous, go-with-the-flow nature, they’ll suggest a last-minute dish change, or decide to bring a couple of ‘plus ones’, throwing the ESTJ’s meticulously crafted plans into disarray.
Every time the ENFP says, “Hey, wouldn’t it be fun if…,” you can bet the ESTJ’s blood pressure ticks up another notch. You’d almost think the ENFP enjoys seeing the ESTJ squirm. But, in the spirit of the holidays, the ESTJ would learn to take it all in stride… mostly.
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Enter the ESTP – the life-of-the-party. They’d swoop into the holiday dinner with an armful of not-on-the-menu items, and a captivating story for each. This type, known for their spontaneous and persuasive nature, wouldn’t be caught dead planning a thing. In fact, they’d revel in the thrill of last-minute shopping trips, the slight chaos that underlines holiday festivities, and the horrified expression on the ESTJ’s face as they ruin the color-coded system with their impromptu additions.
The ESTP would find the ESTJ’s preoccupation with organization absolutely delightful – in the same way one appreciates a cat chasing a laser pointer. They’d make it their personal mission to unhinge the ESTJ just a tad, for entertainment purposes, of course. Their motto for the evening – ‘Why simply be a guest when you can be a wildcard?’
Through the night, you’d find them flitting from person to person, leaving a trail of laughter, half-eaten desserts, and bewildered STJs in their wake. And as the evening winds down, they’d be the ones spearheading the cleanup…or more accurately, turning it into a game of ‘who can slide the most dishes into the dishwasher using only a spatula?’ Oh, the ESTJ’s joy would know no bounds!
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And then we have the ESFJ, the harmonizer of the holiday dinner. They’d be found in the heart of the chaos, trying to smooth over ruffled feathers and prevent the cranberry sauce from flying. Known for their diplomatic nature and commitment to harmony, the ESFJ would be in their element, acting as the buffer between the more confrontational members of this dinner party. The ENTP and the ESFP, in particular, would pose quite the challenge. The ENTP, with their love for a good debate, and the ESFP, not one to back down from a challenge – a volatile mix if there ever was one.
Every time the ENTP would start with, “Well, have you ever thought about it this way…,” and the ESFP would jump in with their “No, I don’t agree with you because…”, the ESFJ would jump into the fray, a determined look on their face and a plate of freshly baked cookies in their hands. The ESFJ would try to navigate the stormy waters with grace, maintaining the peace with a delicate balance of reason, compromise, and generous servings of dessert.
But under the surface, the ESFJ would be simmering with frustration. The constant bickering between the ENTP and the ESFP would wear on their nerves. Every new argument would feel like a personal affront to the harmonious holiday dinner they’d envisioned. Their internal dialogue would turn into a humorous mix of diplomacy and exasperation – ‘Peace on earth, goodwill to all men, but if these two don’t stop arguing, I’m going to stuff them with more than just Christmas ham.’ Despite the challenges, the ESFJ would soldier on, the unsung hero of the holiday dinner, doing their best to keep the peace and ensure everyone leaves with good memories, full bellies, and minimal family drama.
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Now we move on to the ESFP, the effervescent firecracker of our holiday dinner. They’d saunter in, bedecked in the most festive attire imaginable, fully prepared to turn the dinner into a delightful spectacle of charm and vivacity. Their mantra, “Why plan when you can improvise?” would be apparent in every move they make. From their unconventional dish (who knew deep-fried pumpkin pies could be a thing?), to their spontaneous dinner performance (a combination of charades, a dance routine from the new Wonka movie, and a song about broken Christmas ornaments), they’d be the unpredictable spark in an otherwise organized event.
However, the real fireworks would start when they lock horns with the ENTP over something they are deeply passionate about. Picture the scene: the ENTP “innocently” makes a comment about the environment, politics, or animal rights. The ESFP, a fervent advocate for at least one of those causes, would take it as a call to arms. What starts as a friendly discussion quickly escalates into a heated debate. The ESFP, usually amenable and light-hearted, would be transformed into a fiery crusader, fervently defending their stance, their energy electrifying the room.
The ESFJ, sensing the rising tension, would swoop in with their peace-keeping cookies and diplomatic dialogue, attempting to diffuse the situation. Yet the ESFP, caught up in the heat of the moment, would feel stifled by the ESFJ’s interventions. They’d throw up their hands, exclaiming, “Can we not have a good debate without someone trying to sugar-coat everything?”
By the end of the night, the ESFP would have given everyone a holiday dinner to remember, filled with laughter, passion, and a side of fiery debate. They’d leave everyone questioning their previous views on pumpkin pies, Christmas lights and peace-keeping cookies. Because with the ESFP, it’s not just a dinner, it’s an adventure.
Just when everyone thought they’d gathered for a simple, friendly holiday dinner, the ENTJ would pull up a PowerPoint presentation titled “Unifying the Family for Profit: A Revolutionary Approach to Holiday Bonding.
Their “no nonsense” approach would be on full display as they dismiss the idle chatter, opting instead to discuss supply chain optimization and market trends over the cranberry sauce and turkey. The ENTJ would view the holiday dinner as a poorly optimized business meeting with food. They’d be baffled by the sentimental attachments to traditions that do not contribute to efficiency or productivity – grandma’s hand-knitted coasters, for instance, would be scrutinized for their lack of utility.
Deciding that the majority of the family (excluding the INTJ and ENTP) were not cut out for the world of high-stakes entrepreneurship, the ENTJ would assemble their chosen team in the quietest corner of the room. As the ESFP captivates the rest with an impromptu dance routine, the ENTJ would be strategizing with their team, turning holiday dinner into a launchpad for world domination.
By the end of the evening, they’d have converted the living room into a makeshift war room, complete with color-coded Post-its and a Gantt chart tracking their venture’s progress. Their parting words would be, “Remember, the early bird catches the worm. See you at the next board meeting…I mean, family get-together.” And just like that, the ENTJ would leave the holiday dinner, not just with a full stomach, but also a budding business empire.
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Enter the ENTP, the devil’s advocate of the holiday dinner. Not one to shy away from a good debate, the ENTP would be licking their lips in anticipation the second they walked through the door, surveying the room like a lion surveys the savannah. They’d casually drop a contentious topic into the conversation, sit back, and wait for the fireworks to begin.
As soon as the ESFP takes the bait, the real show would begin. Picture the debate between the ENTP and ESFP as a boxing match in a rodeo, with an opera happening in the background, all while the circus is in town. The ESFP, arguer by values and the ENTP, defender of pure logic and devil’s advocacy, would go head to head in a dazzling spectacle of intellectual jousting, much to the chagrin of the peacekeeping ESFJ.
However, the ENTP doesn’t just stop at friendly debates, oh no. Having found an unlikely ally in the ENTJ, they’d devise a masterplan for world domination. It would start off as a joke, a light-hearted “what if” scenario. But as the ENTJ begins to see the potential, the living room would quickly morph into a strategy hub. And the ENTP, caught between the fiery passion of the ESFP and the shrewd determination of the ENTJ, would be having the time of their life.
By the end of the night, the ENTP would have debated their way through every topic on the table, literally and metaphorically, and possibly signed up for a joint venture that aims to change the world. They’d leave the party with a grin on their face and a gleam in their eyes, their parting words echoing through the room, “See you at the revolution…or at the next family dinner, whichever comes first!”
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“Oh, surely we can have stimulating conversation and deep analysis of our favorite films, instead of arguing about politics or who gets the last dinner roll?” the ENFJ would muse. Their vision of a harmonious family dinner, filled with intellectual exchanges and heartfelt sharing about the year to come, is about as likely as spotting a polar bear in the bayous of Southern Louisiana.
The ENFJ would barely get through their opening monologue about the symbolism in Parasite when the ENTP would drop their first conversational bomb, and the verbal warfare would kick off again. “Can we have one dinner where we don’t turn this into a debate society?” the ENFJ would exclaim in exasperation, while the ENTP just grins and the ESTP dramatically applauds the ‘show’.
In between the fiery dialogues, the ENFJ would share a light-hearted joke with the ISTP, providing brief respite from the intellectual battlefield. These two would make a great comedy duo, if only they could get a word in edgewise.
As the night wears on, and the rest of the family is caught up in the world domination plans and impromptu dance routines, the ENFJ would find solace in the INFJ’s tranquil company. They’d end up in a corner, engrossed in a profound analysis of the concept of God in The Matrix series. “Is Neo really a messianic figure, or is the Wachowski’s God more of an abstract concept?” they would ponder, their conversation a soothing lullaby against the cacophony of the dinner.
At the end of the night, the ENFJ, both exasperated and amused, would retire from the battlefield with a sigh, a grin, and the comforting thought that this family dinner chaos encompasses the very essence of their family – a chaotic, loving, and hilariously unpredictable bunch. As they leave the room, they’d call out, “Next year, we’re just ordering pizza and watching a movie. No debates allowed!”
Learn more about ENFJs here: The ENFJ Personality Type
If dinner planning were an art, the ENFP would be its Picasso. The ENFP would perceive the holiday dinner as a grand adventure, a fantastic voyage of culinary exploration and spontaneous discovery. Forget about the traditional ham and mashed potatoes; the ENFP would propose a state-wide food tour, trying their luck with all the obscure, hole-in-the-wall restaurants, narrating stories of each location, and painting vivid pictures of their shared experiences. Between mouthfuls of jambalaya or bites of dim sum, they’d be jovially tossing around the most outlandishly brilliant ideas for the coming year, their eyes twinkling brighter than the Christmas lights.
However, their vibrant dreams of holiday fun would come to a screeching halt at the sight of the ESTJ’s meticulously detailed spreadsheets and time-tabled itinerary. The mere mention of “color-coded calendars” would send shivers down the ENFP’s spine and they’d promptly abandon their seat at the table. In a daring act of rebellion against the ESTJ’s rigorous micro-management, the ENFP would orchestrate a dramatic exit – whisking away the impassioned ESFP and the reluctant INFP for a spontaneous road trip to Alaska.
In farewell, the ENFP would announce, “Life is too short for spreadsheets! We’re off to chase the Northern Lights! See you next year…or at the next rest stop if you decide to embrace the wild side!” With that, the ENFP would disappear into the night, leaving a trail of confusion in their wake.
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The ISTJ, often seen as the sensible sibling in this eclectic family, would initially join forces with the ESTJ in an attempt to impose some order on the holiday dinner. Armed with color-coded itineraries and a catalogue of contingency plans, they’d optimistically envision a perfectly organized event, with each family member allocated a specific role and time slot. But alas! Their meticulously crafted plans would soon be cast aside under the avalanche of the ENFP’s untamed spontaneity and the ENTP’s constant debates.
Amidst the cacophony, the ISTJ would find their expectations of a structured holiday dinner rapidly dissolving. They’d watch, aghast, as the dinner table transformed into a stage for intellectual jousting and impromptu dance-offs. As the ENFP dramatically announced their spontaneous road trip, the ISTJ would finally admit defeat. The well-intentioned orderliness and timelines would be put away, replaced by a resigned acceptance of the inevitably chaotic family dynamics.
By the time the dust settled, the ISTJ would retreat to their sanctuary, a quiet corner away from the boisterous family antics. Armed with a mug of hot cocoa, they’d sink into a comfortable armchair, the familiar strains of an old favorite movie playing in the background, offering a soothing contrast to the pandemonium in the rest of the house.
As the evening wears on, the ISTJ would find solace in their well-loved pastime: organizing their bookcase. The touch of the hardcovers, the smell of the pages, the satisfying sound of books falling into place- these familiar sensations would offer a comforting end to the turbulent day.
Reflecting on the day’s events, the ISTJ would muse, “Next year, I’ll plan a dinner for my books instead. They don’t argue, they don’t go on impromptu road trips, and they definitely respect a well-structured itinerary.”
Now we come to the ISTP, the ultimate “cool hand Luke” in this garden of personalities. While the rest of the family is caught up in intellectual warfare, spontaneous road trips and spreadsheet nightmares, the ISTP is chilling by the fridge, casually sipping on their beer and observing the chaos with a bored expression.
Eventually they’d retreat to their workshop, where they’d be found tinkering away on their latest invention – a jet-powered skateboard, because why not? The holiday dinner drama is just background noise to their creative process. A few adjustments here, a couple of tweaks there, and voila! – the ISTP has engineered a piece of awesomeness while the others are still arguing over the merits of Parasite.
Once the invention is ready, does the ISTP wait for an audience to unveil their masterpiece? Pfft, as if! Just as the ENFP is making their grand exit announcement, the ISTP, in a cloud of smoke and a blaze of glory, would zoom past the window on their jet-powered skateboard, performing a triple backflip just for kicks.
The family, too engrossed in their drama, wouldn’t even notice the spectacle. Well, all but the INFJ, who, from their quiet corner, would watch the ISTP’s death-defying feat with a quiet admiration and a secret longing to join them. And in that moment, the INFJ would make a note to themselves: “Next year, ditch the dinner chaos. Learn to skateboard!”
Later in the night, the ISTP, with a nonchalant shrug and a smug grin, would think, “Next year, let’s see them ignore a rocket-powered sleigh. Now, where’s the eggnog?”
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Just when you thought the drama couldn’t get any more heightened, enter the ISFJ – the nurturing, supportive peacekeeper of the family. Overwhelmed by the escalating debates, spontaneous road trips, and the impassioned spreadsheet presentation, the ISFJ would take refuge in the one place they feel most comfortable – the kitchen. With the cacophony of the family drama serving as their unlikely soundtrack, the ISFJ would begin their stress relief therapy: baking cookies.
The soft hum of the mixer, the rhythmic dance of the wooden spoon in the mixing bowl, the comforting scent of vanilla, and the satisfying transformation of raw ingredients into delectable dough – these elements would provide the ISFJ with a soothing balm for their frazzled nerves. Before long, the kitchen would transform into a cookie factory with the ISFJ at the helm. Chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, gingerbread, snickerdoodle, macadamia nut – you name it, the ISFJ would bake it.
As the trays laden with cookies would pile up, the ISFJ would make a strategic alliance with the ESFJ, willing to do anything to keep the peace. They’d hand over the cookies, whispering in hushed tones, “Use these to distract them from getting mad. Remember – a cookie in hand is worth two in the pantry.”
And thus, the ISFJ, armed with a cookie tray and a weary smile, would make their way back into the living room, offering an assortment of cookies as a peace offering. With each cookie nibbled, tempers would cool and smiles would slowly return. As the noise subsided to a contented munching, the ISFJ, from the safety of their kitchen, would let out a sigh of relief.
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The ISFP, ever the quiet observer and artist of the bunch, would be found tucked away in a quiet corner of the house, smirking at the unfolding drama, their amusement betrayed only by the twinkle in their eyes. There’s nothing like a good helping of family chaos to satiate the ISFP’s thirst for ‘tea’. Sure, ISFPs hate conflict, but this isn’t conflict – it’s a masterpiece in the making.
Before the drama could get too loud, they’d wisely slip on their trusty noise-canceling headphones, drowning the cacophony with the soft, rhythmic beats of Lo-Fi hip hop (or Vivaldi, take your pick). The world outside would fade away, replaced by an oasis of tranquility created by soothing melodies. With the chaotic symphony silenced, they’d turn their attention to their canvas for the day – the INFP.
The INFP, a willing participant and equally eager to escape the raucous family antics, would offer their arm, their eyes lighting up at the mention of a Narnia-themed tattoo. As the ISFP’s nimble fingers moved, weaving an intricate masterpiece inspired by C.S. Lewis’s magical land, the INFP would watch in awed silence, their mind taking a fantastical journey through the wardrobe and into the snow-laden landscapes.
By the time the ISFP removes their headphones, the family drama would be subdued, thanks to the ISFJ’s cookie diplomacy. The ISFP would shoot a knowing look at the INFP, a shared secret glance of two introverts who had successfully survived the storm. They’d then reveal the masterpiece – a stunning, detailed depiction of Narnia, Aslan, and the Pevensies, that would bring a gasp from the INFP. The ISFP, content with their work and the quiet that surrounded them, would retreat back into their world of art and music, already anticipating the design for the next fantasy-world tattoo.
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Last year, over the remains of a ravaged turkey and the echoes of squabbles still fresh, the INTJ had already begun strategizing for this year’s dinner. They had analyzed each personality, every potential scenario, and chalked out the most efficient escape plan – through the kitchen, down the basement, out the secret tunnel, and straight to their remote-controlled drone waiting for a quick extraction.
But first, to hear out the ENTJs plan…
The INTJ has an intense connection with their cousin, the ENTJ, and won’t abandon ship till they’ve heard their plan. Over a glass of the finest scotch, the ENTJ would detail an intricate, foolproof plan involving strategic alliances, corporate takeovers, and carefully manipulated socio-economic trends. Most would scoff at the audacity. Not the INTJ.
The INTJ, ever the mastermind, would listen with a quiet, calculating intensity, mentally dissecting every layer of the ENTJ’s plan. While they’d initially raise an eyebrow at the audacious ambition, the more they’d delve into the details, the more the plan would make sense. It’s daring, logical, and meticulously planned – all the ingredients of a good strategic challenge that the INTJ couldn’t resist.
Seeing that their plan was being taken seriously, the ENTJ would encourage the INTJ, “Why not join forces? Two masterminds are better than one.” After a moment of contemplation, the INTJ would agree, a rare smile playing on their lips. They’d already begun improvising the plan, their mind whirring with ideas to ensure success. The INTJ would toast with the ENTJ, “To world domination, then.”
But INTJs are not totally about strategy at the expense of feeling. They would have a secret soft spot for the quiet struggle of the ISTJ. The INTJ, in their unparalleled foresight, would secretly prepare a spiked hot chocolate, a potent mix of liquid courage and sweet comfort, handing it over with a knowing nod. To make the ordeal easier, they’d also hand over a pair of headphones and a tablet, already queued to a soothing ASMR film of people dusting off library shelves – a sensory symphony of gentle rustling and soft whispers sure to calm the stormiest of nerves.
Meanwhile, the INTJ, with a smug grin on their face and a bracing sip of their own spiked hot chocolate, would make a mental note for next year’s plan: “Install soundproofing in the study. And a trap door under the dining table wouldn’t hurt either.”
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The INTP, resident theorist of the group and utterly immune to the drama unfolding, would be found sprawled out on the living room couch, engrossed in a hefty tome about quantum physics. When asked why they’d bring such a weighty topic to a holiday gathering, their simple reply would be, “To escape from the crushing existential dread of social interaction, duh!”
As the chaos around them would escalate, they’d barely lift their eyes from the book, except for the odd chuckle at the ESFJ’s attempts to smooth out the conflict with a well-meaning but terribly misguided game of charades. They’d relish the solitude they found in their complex world of quantum mechanics, unperturbed by the squabble over the last piece of pumpkin pie or the ENFP’s dramatic recounting of their latest travels.
At the height of the brouhaha, the ENTP would stride over, full of bravado and charm, and challenge the INTP to a debate. On what, you ask? The philosophical implications of mashed potatoes, of course! The INTP, always up for intellectual stimulation (and a chance to outwit the ENTP), would rise from their comfortable cocoon, their eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. The ensuing debate would be a spectacle to behold – a whirlwind of logic, wit, and some rather clever wordplay about gravy and existentialism.
At first glance, the INFJ appears to be engrossed in one of Carl Jung’s epic Black Books. But in reality, the INFJ, with their uncanny sixth sense, is conducting a silent symphony of empathy. They’re attuned to the undercurrents of emotion swirling around the room, picking up on subtle cues that others miss – the slight quiver in the ISFJ’s voice, the nervous drumming of the ENTP’s fingers, the wistful sigh escaping from the INFP.
Meanwhile, the ISTP had become a living embodiment of camouflage, so static and silent that they could easily be mistaken for the vintage wallpaper behind them. Determined to coax them out of their shell, the INFJ would saunter over, nonchalant, and say, “You know, if you stare at the wallpaper long enough, it starts to move. It’s like magic-eye, but instead of a hidden picture, you get vertigo!” The ISTP, always appreciating a good dry wit, would crack a smile, their tension easing. The INFJ, recognizing the small victories, would retreat back to Jung, always ready to orchestrate another symphony of empathy when needed.
When dinner is served, the INFJ retreats to the outskirts of the conversation, their eyes softly glowing with the quiet joy of seeing everyone connect. But the peace is short-lived. The ENTJ announces their grand plan and the room erupts in a frenzy of reactions. The INFJ just chuckles to themselves, having predicted this exact scenario 20 minutes into the appetizers.
Just as the night seems to wind down and everyone has settled into their food comas, the INFJ suddenly perks up, their eyes meeting the ENFJ’s from across the room. There’s a shared understanding that now is the time for the big philosophical discussions. The INFJ leans forward, their eyes sparkling with excitement, “Have you ever thought about the existential meanings hidden in ‘The Matrix’?”
The ENFJ, always up for a deep conversation, nods and leans in eagerly. What ensues is a discussion that spans the realms of philosophy, information technology, and spirituality, all within the context of the 1999 Sci-fi classic. The INFJ begins by exploring the idea of reality as a construct in the Matrix, drawing analogies to our own societal structures.
The ENFJ, in turn, brings up the concept of free will and destiny, referencing Neo’s transformative journey from an ordinary programmer to the prophesied ‘The One’. The conversation spirals into a deep reflection on the human condition, reality, and the duality of control and freedom.
Their discussion, punctuated by bursts of laughter and thoughtful silences, continues till the early hours, oblivious to the satisfied snores of their comrades, the scattered remnants of the meal forgotten.
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In the midst of the festive hullabaloo, the INFP, the dreamy idealist of the group, would be found tucked away in a cozy corner, engrossed in a dog-eared copy of “The Chronicles of Narnia”. Their eyes twinkling with untarnished wonder, they’d be lost in the enchanting realm of Aslan and the Pevensie siblings, only surfacing from their magical sojourn for generous helpings of the ISFJ’s triple-chocolate brownies.
Seizing a moment of relative calm, the INFP would spontaneously proclaim, “I wish Narnia was real!” The ISFP, the group’s adventurous artist, would glance over, a spark of inspiration in their eyes, and say, “Well, why don’t we make it real?”
Befuddled by the proposition, the INFP would watch as the ISFP reveals their portable tattoo kit (because, why not?), their eyes gleaming with anticipation. With a shrug of surrender and a hearty laugh, the INFP would roll up their sleeve, their heart fluttering with excitement.
The ISFP would then embark on a meticulous, two-hour-long process of recreating the iconic Narnian lamppost on the INFP’s arm. At the same time, the INFP would be challenging the ESTJ to think about what they really want, not just the color-coded schedules and spreadsheets. If anyone can get the ESTJ to slow down and think about their convictions and values and deeper feelings, it’s the INFP. Attentive, patient, and authentic, the INFP sees more in everyone than what meets the eye.
As the evening wears on, the ENFP, known for their spontaneity and thirst for adventure, announces an impromptu road trip to see the northern lights in Alaska. The room falls into silence, everyone looking at the ENFP with a mix of shock and bemusement. But the INFP, their heart still racing from the Narnian tattoo adventure, would find the idea enchanting. Before they know it, they’re agreeing to this whimsical escapade, much to the surprise of everyone, especially the ISTJ, who’d been advocating for a detailed plan of the evening all along.
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What Are Your Thoughts?
So, what do you think? How much do you identify with your Myers-Briggs® personality type in this holiday dinner scenario? Or perhaps, you found yourself relating to a different type entirely? Either way, we’d love to hear your thoughts. Whether you’re an INFJ conducting a symphony of empathy, an INFP longing for a real-life Narnia, or one of the other personality types we mentioned, let us know in the comments!
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