Published by Lifehack on January 23, 2016
Once upon a time, an ENFP fell in love with an INTJ and followed her around until she agreed to marry him. Their letters combined to create two baby girls – another ENFP and an INFJ. As the children grew, their personalities and differences grew as well.
ENFP: Gosh you’re just too uptight.
INFJ: Wow I’m so organized.
ENFP: Can’t we sleep in and go to breakfast later?
INFJ: I have a busy agenda today so we need to leave by 8:27.
ENFP: Just relax.
INFJ: Get your act together!
I’m the INFJ. The ENFP? That’s my big sister.
I don’t get how her brain works. I really don’t. More often than not it drives me insane. How the heck does “be there at 1pm” morph into “show up at 1:30ish” inside her maze of a mind?
She doesn’t get how my brain works. She just doesn’t. Time and time again I’ve driven her all the way to and from and back down to crazy town. The way I love to stick to carefully arranged plans is something she can’t even begin to fathom.
Even though we share genes, parents, upbringings, and two out of four letters of our Myers-Briggs results, it doesn’t mean we understand each other. When you change one letter, the way the other letters operate shift. Plus, within the trait each letter represents, there are various versions.
The Myers-Briggs test operates on a spectrum.
It’s far from a yes or no question and answer kind of thing. Complex, right? And then you throw in the whole “every person is unique” thing, and BOOM – you don’t even understand your own flesh and blood.
Welcome to my life.
ENFP. INFJ. Apparently, they’re supposed to be super compatible personality types. My sister, being her typical people-pleasing ENFP self, would absolutely agree. She loves me.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my sister more than I could ever explain, but I wouldn’t exactly call us compatible. Maybe on a good day I’d call us semi-complementary. But we should never share an apartment. Someone’s head would get chopped off… and I’m pretty 100% sure I’d be the one holding the knife.
“Awwwwww you loveeeeeee me sooooo much!!”
That, plus a suffocating snuggle, was my sister’s response when I told her I was writing this. (Such an ENFP reaction.)
I laughed nervously as I pried her hands from my shoulders and explained how it’s about our differences…. our very, very, VERY different differences.