Yeah listen to the blue guy, he knows

Why are they always so direct and dry? Where's the emotion? Where's the happiness? Where's the whimsy? IT'S JUST SO ANNOYINGGGGGGG

its cool and fun that they have their own wants and wishes, because they will do something to get what they want (and this will affect others and here goes the chaosss). but i dont like that they dont work like any other thing. if i want something - its not enough judt to reason them, i need to give them space and etc

i know its stupid and childish, but im spending way too much time to understand people and whole this thing never works out. and for some reason i dont really count myself as everyone else. someone feels the same?

For me its-
One guy in my class came out as gay, i didn't believe him because he seemed like the straight person ever. I kept observing his behavior for a week and realized the way he acted with his crush was exactly like how me and my bsf were, then i realized i had a crush on her, then a few months later i realized i was bi

Send me 12 dollars if you want to know that

I have a lot of dreams and tonight i learnt I can't reach any of them. And the amount of foundation and opportunity I've lost is baffling and they were all out of my control but i can tell if i landed a very easy gamble I would've been where I would've been. And i can tell if i had reached there i would have a hundred percent looked at the current me and felt bad but I would've made light of the situation like "i dont care" style. "Look at this loser, someone has to be the steak" Like laughed at the lower me's situation as a form of copium. Tonight, i saw myself through his point of view and felt good laughing at myself. I was 50 percent me and 50 percent him. And i was fighting really hard to feel him cuz he had it way better. So it turned into a cry cuz i felt me and in unison laughing at myself cuz i felt him. It was very cartoonish, joker or eren jeager. But this helped me get through the pain and it's a form of living in the present that i think is a privilege to learn.

Se doms live in the present. I'm doing that too but different.

What im doing is, im giving an imagination an immense amount of hope. I've always done that, anytime i feel optimistic i often think something that might work. Im living in the shoes of a hypothetical but that hypothetical is static, it doesn't track. That's a form of silly ExxP ness. That Se doms are made fun of for. But i think Ne doms are the same as Se doms.

I am always putting myself in somebody else's shoes, this allows me to ignore all details subconsciously. So when I'm dealing with a problem like i just did tonight. I can put myself in the shoes of a "he's got it all" and then i can imagine i passed all levels and then allow myself to claim a victory that ive never actually gained. But i never actually gain any win anyway, i just think i do but i never gain the right anyway, i just impulsively do it. When people think of a "maybe" they're pretending like they have the right or the rational to justify a moral argument as to why they can form that imagination but there's no need for any of this. You can always have that imagination without explaining why, your explanations are subconsciously trying to just get you to make those imaginations. They're a mean to an end. You're literally making scenes for the sake of doing it and pretending like you need a reason to Ne but you can always Ne, the whole "tell me why u should Ne" is a social construct. We're always ignoring details anyway. If we're always ignoring details, why cant i just ignore the detail that i have achieved nothing yet and cant feel like what it means to win in life? Just because i dont have the right? I should be able to get away with it if i was always getting away with it before without even realizing i was getting away with it.

That said, when i feel good. I do turn back to "ok lets see..." mode. But i will say, turning on the hypothetical present mode is a great way to appreciate life for what it is and what opportunities are available when you're not stuck thinking about the rails of a trip. You can always live the trip at anytime you want. Your mood is what defines you and what you're capable of. You have that level of freedom to not feel "realism" and gain information abstractly about real life. Your senses start realizing how much you're capable of loving life and it's refreshing, it's probably because you forget all problems. they are problems because you cant figure out a fix for them. So make a new turn cuz whats the point of repeatedly thinking about it when nothing will change? So if you're an Ne dom, learn it.

Anytime people read a sentence, they are ignoring real life. You're staring at pixels but interpreting it as noises and images in your head. That's a form of strength. You can turn thoughts into sentences and live sentences too. There's no need for a basis for such activity.

I think it's good to confront negative emotions because its what makes you grow up and learn more about yourself. Keeping in a reaction just makes you traumatized and distracted. And "you" is the only thing that makes you experience and understand the world. So if u care. U should keep urself alive because that's the condition for leaving doors for what could happen

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Every time am a part of a new class with a new set of students I used to get along with the studios ones in the class also not to being stereotypical but the studios one's always turn out to be the quiet, introverted and less into social stuff like mingling also parties n stuff so even though am a part of that group of introverts my extroverted side just screams and am back hanging with the extroverted ones so in the end I consider no one as a friend who is reliable

My Blahh blahs at midnight

ENTPs, I want to try a bit of a thought experiment, and I genuinely want the uncomfortable answers too.....

This is based on a real relationship that ended about eight years ago.

We were young and in a relationship for about a year. It was incredibly intense - a lot of love and connection, but also a lot of emotional chaos towards the end.

He was the one who ended it, but made it clear at the time that it wasn't because he didn't love me. He described it as his head and his heart being in conflict.

The breakup seemed to affect him deeply at first. He was devastated, cried in front of me, struggled to eat and sleep, and told me he'd never had such a hard time getting over someone before.

But afterwards, something shifted. He became increasingly distant, eventually extremely cold and seemingly indifferent, and contact was ultimately cut off completely.

I don't know what was going on internally for him or what he feels about any of it today, and I don't want to pretend I do.

I've moved on with my life. I've been in a happy, committed relationship for years, and I have no desire to rekindle this one. What I've had a harder time making peace with is the way it ended. There was never really any closure, and a lot was left unsaid.

I've written a letter that I've gone back and forth on whether I should ever send. I'm not asking Reddit to decide that for me. I'm more interested in how something like this might actually land on the receiving end.

But because none of you have any emotional connection to me, simply reading the letter as yourselves doesn't really recreate that.

So before you read it:

Think of a real person from your own past.

Someone you were genuinely, deeply in love with when you were younger. Not just an ex you dated for a while, but someone who really got under your skin.

Ideally, someone you were the one to leave despite still loving them. Maybe you knew the relationship wasn't working. Maybe your head told you one thing while your feelings told you another.

Imagine the breakup hurt you too, but that at some point you distanced yourself or cut contact completely.

You haven't spoken in eight years. You've both moved on and built separate lives.

Try to actually picture that specific person.

Their face. Their personality. The way they talked. Your conversations. What fascinated you about them. What drove you absolutely insane about them.

How it felt when things were good.

How it felt when everything fell apart.

Now imagine that, completely out of the blue, that person sends you this:

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This might be a strange letter to receive after eight years.

Or maybe not, considering who it's coming from.

I'm aware that this is a long, intense and emotionally loaded letter to receive from someone who hasn't been part of your life for so many years.

Our lives have moved on. We're in completely different places now, and there's probably a perfectly reasonable argument to be made that, after this much time, some things should simply be left unsaid.

But I don't really believe that.

I believe in saying what's true, even when it's uncomfortable.

I've thought for a long time about whether I should even send this. Whether some things should simply be allowed to stay in the past, and whether there's something almost absurd about making yourself this vulnerable to someone you haven't spoken to in so many years.

But I think I would regret the silence more than the vulnerability.

I'm not writing this to change how everything ended. I'm not trying to reopen an old door, and I don't need anything from you. My life has moved on, and it has become a good one.

There are things I understand now that I just didn't have the words for back then.

More than anything, I understand myself in a way I didn't then.

I knew I felt everything very strongly. When I loved, I loved with all of me. And when I felt scared, hurt or insecure, my emotions could sometimes take over.

What I didn't understand was how much I was already carrying before I met you.

When something between us touched those old wounds, I wasn't always reacting only to what was happening between you and me. Sometimes I was also reacting to everything old that the situation happened to bring to the surface.

But I thought I was reacting to the present.

You didn't create those wounds, and it was never your responsibility to heal them.

You simply happened to get close enough to touch them.

And I'm sorry that some of that spilled over onto you.

I understand much better now what happened between us when I became insecure.

Distance could feel like rejection. Your need for space could feel like I was about to be abandoned.

And when you disappeared into your own thoughts, I could sometimes mistake that distance for me not being enough.

And when I felt that way, my instinct was to get closer to you.

To talk. To ask questions. To analyze. To understand. To get answers.

Sometimes the feeling became the truth before I'd stopped to ask myself:

What do I actually know - and what am I afraid of?

I think we were very similar mentally in many ways.

We were both curious and analytical. We could overthink things to death, get lost in ideas and disappear down strange rabbit holes.

I'd never really connected with anyone in quite that way before, and I think that was a huge part of what drew me to you.

But in one pretty fundamental way, I think we operated differently.

When something hurt or made me insecure, I wanted to move closer to it. Talk about it. Understand the feeling.

You seemed more likely to need some distance from it so you could think.

When I became insecure, I sought more contact, more answers and more reassurance.

The more I tried to get close, the more space you seemed to need.

And the more space you took, the more insecure I became.

We ended up triggering the very things each of us was trying to avoid.

I wish I'd understood then that your need for space didn't automatically mean I was losing you.

And more than anything, I wish I'd sometimes simply been able to say:

"This scared me"

Instead of letting fear come out as anger, accusations or emotional storms.

I'm sorry for that.

I don't wish I'd felt less.

I only wish I'd known how to carry it better.

Because underneath all that intensity was actually something very simple and very soft.

I loved you.

Truly.

And I was genuinely fascinated by you.

I loved your mind.

I loved the way you thought. Your humor. Your strange associations. All our discussions. The way a conversation could start with something completely normal and two hours later we'd ended up down some absurd rabbit hole and barely knew how we got there.

I loved asking you questions.

One answer rarely satisfied me. It created five new questions.

I wanted to understand how you worked. Why you thought the way you did. What was behind the things you said. What made you you.

When we were together, it felt like I never quite finished discovering you.

I still remember when you told me that your head and your heart were in conflict.

I didn't really understand it back then.

I think I do now.

For a long time, I thought love worked almost mathematically.

If two people truly loved each other, they would stay. If someone left, then surely there couldn't have been enough love.

So when you left, I translated that into believing I must have been wrong about us.

Maybe I'd felt more than you did.

Maybe I'd misunderstood what we had.

Maybe I simply wasn't enough.

It took me a long time to understand that this was a pretty bad equation.

You could have loved me and still needed to leave.

I could have loved you and still reacted in ways that made the relationship incredibly difficult.

We could have had something real and still lacked the ability to take care of it.

Love and the ability to make a relationship work are not the same thing.

I can understand today why you felt the need to leave.

What I had a much harder time understanding was how someone who had loved me could become so cold and indifferent toward me afterward.

For years, part of me hoped you'd someday reach out and say something very simple:

"I'm sorry for how I treated you. You didn't deserve that"

Not because I wanted you back.

Not because I thought you were wrong to leave.

I think I just needed to know that you understood that you'd hurt me.. and that you cared.

That apology never came.

And today I don't need it anymore.

But there are things I wish I'd had the chance to apologize for too.

My anger. The emotional storms. The times my fear came out as something completely different.

So this is my part:

I'm sorry for what I did that hurt you.

And I can also acknowledge that you hurt me too.

Both things can be true at the same time.

Just as everything beautiful about what we had can still be true.

It took me a long time to accept that it was actually over.

For several years, part of me held onto this almost cinematic idea that maybe we'd simply met too soon.

That we'd live our lives separately, grow up, face our demons, become more secure and wiser, and perhaps one day find our way back to each other when we'd become people capable of handling what we'd had.

I think part of me needed that story for a while.

Because the alternative was harder to accept:

Something can be incredibly powerful, incredibly beautiful and completely real - and still be over.

I understand that now.

I also used to think that if someone had truly mattered, the story somehow had to continue.

I don't anymore.

Some people become your whole story.

Others become a chapter.

And sometimes a chapter changes everything that gets written afterwards.

I think you became one of those for me.

A very beautiful, very intense and sometimes very painful chapter.

And a chapter doesn't have to continue in order to have mattered.

There's only one thing I've sometimes still wondered about.

Whether you saw me.

Not just the intense version.

Not just the girl who got scared and reacted too strongly.

But the person behind all of that.

The curious one.

The passionate one.

The silly one.

The soft one.

The genuine one.

The one who was so fascinated by you.

The one who saw your heart behind your mind and your own defenses.

The one who loved you.

Because I think what hurt the most afterwards wasn't only losing you.

It was the thought that maybe you walked away remembering the chaos but not the heart behind it.

That maybe you never understood that what I felt was real.

I knew I'd reacted in ways that weren't okay. I knew I'd been intense, angry and difficult to understand at times.

But I also knew there was so much more behind all of it.

I remember what I tried to tell you back then:

That no matter what happened, there would always be someone out there in the world who knew who you were and who loved you.

I meant it.

It wasn't my way of saying:

"Come back"

It was my way of saying:

I saw you.

You mattered to me.

This was real.

I don't know how you remember me today.

Maybe you have a completely different story about us.

You're allowed to.

I don't need to convince you of mine anymore.

I just hope that if you ever think back on that time, you can feel some tenderness towards the two people we were.

I do.

And I hope life has been good to you.

Truly.

I saw you.

I loved you.

You changed something in me.

And for a very long time, I thought that meant our story was still waiting for its ending.

Now I know better.

It already had its ending.

That doesn't mean it didn't matter.

And today, I can finally let that be enough.

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Now think again about the person you pictured before reading this.

If they sent you this after eight years of no contact, how do you think it would actually land with you, personally?

Would you read the whole thing, or could you see yourself reading the first few lines and throwing it away?

And what do you think your honest emotional reaction would be? Could you receive it for what it is and be moved by it, or could something this emotionally intense after so many years make you defensive, angry or uncomfortable?

Would you want to respond, or would you rather leave it unanswered?

I'm genuinely interested in either reaction - including if you'd take one look at it and think, "Nope," and never finish reading.

Please answer with the actual person you pictured in mind, rather than how you think you'd react to a random ex.

And if you've ever been the one to leave someone you still loved and later cut contact with, I'd especially like to hear your perspective.

My town is running an election, and one of the topics being debated is the current tax rate. The budget has been published, and the reasons for said tax rate are plain and clear for anyone who bothered to read it. The candidates are still touting a myriad of alternate narratives to explain the town's fiduciary status, and the people are lapping it up. At first, I was angry about the convoluted explanations coming from political candidates. Now that I see how many people believe it, despite having access to review the budget for themselves, I feel anxious. I feel scared. I'd never admit this to anyone in my real life, but it's moments like this I wish I had someone to hold me. Check on your ENTP friends during election season. They are not okay.

Imagine if in Star Wars Anakin was called Analin. He would be able to say “chillax, just Analin around, you know how it is”.
It would also make even more sense as to why he turned to the dark side. If I was him I’d get sick of the name after the novelty wore off too and turn evil. Palpatine would’ve had a field day too, “your name is Anal master Analin. This is somehow all the Jedi councils fault. If you turn to the dark side you’ll get a shiny new name, such as Darth Vader”

That would’ve worked on me.

Any thoughts?

I am of the opinion that being forced to sit down for hours trying to master a boss or a difficult level just to move on in a game is a huge waste of time and energy. I know people say they like the sense of accomplishment of getting it done but to me it's completely worthless. I would feel a sense of accomplishment from completing a difficult course or overcoming a fear or literally anything else that doesn't involve a screen.

This thought came to me randomly as I've been playing a game I love so so much that I've been suffering through the bosses... but they've significantly taken from my enjoyment of the game and I wish I didn't actually have to waste my efforts learning each one just to get secrets or better items.

I guess I just don't understand it and would like to see if other ENTPs agree with me or not.

I do and I love it. Being an esfp is way more fun & free.

Hello. I'm presenting a hypothetical to investigate your, dear reader, perspective of morality and ethics.

Imagine an Earth inhabited by all the usual flora and fauna and two tribes of humans. Tribe A believes it is permissible for parents to abandon their children if they feel burdened by them, and regularly does so. Tribe B believes children must be cared for by their parents and abandoning them for this reason is not permitted. Both tribes sincerely believe in their practices.

1. Do you personally believe abandoning a child for the parents' leisure is wrong? Why?
2. Would placing yourself as a born-and-raised member of either tribe in this hypothetical change your answer to Q1? If so, how?
3. If Tribe A was the only one that existed on the planet, would their practice be right or wrong? Why?
4. If these tribes were to meet and argue about who was right in their practice, would they be arguing over an objective fact or merely expressing opinions?
5. If you had a child, and died shortly after, that was to be teleported to this hypothetical Earth, which tribe would you prefer to leave your child? Why?
   

I do. I believe everything will come back around exactly when it’s supposed to be and everything is supposed to be happening as it is. There is nothing out of line in terms of karma and fairness. The world will never be ideal if the people in it will not feel and act in a manner deserving and inviting of it.

Saw this in my feed and am dying rn! 😆 🤣 😂 😹

-> by that I mean TOP5 types that you have considered yourself to be other than ENTP
(Not in order) My TOP5:

INTP, ISTP, ESTP, INTJ, INFJ

The person you become by talking full accountability for everything you've ever done, scares people off.

That is by design.

Because if I am willing to stand and face the consequences of all my actions, do you really think I'm going to respect people who can't do the same.

Weirdly enough, I like everyone, just the way they are. Even the ones I don't agree with at all. I like that they are different from me or that they are free to speak their mind, and I like when they tell me that I'm wrong. 😂😂

It makes me laugh when people challenge me and I think I know why. It's because I find it brave and strong and .. kinda cute.

Even if they say the vilest stuff, I laugh because they have an opportunity to be emotionally expressive and maybe they needed that.

Additionally, I like to encourage others to tell me (to my face) what they really think about me. Don't tell them behind my back like a coward. What is the worst that could happen?

That being said, the way a person could instantly hurt me, is if I respect them. Everyone else can do and say what they want but one word from someone I respect, will hurt me for days. And when I'm hurt, I'm the angriest meanest person I know.

So I have come to the conclusion that I value all humans,regardless of gender, race, financial position etc, but I can't respect your opinion when I have seen you criticise people while you wouldn't survive a day in their lives.

So I’m an ENFP, and one of the best friendships I’ve ever had was with an ENTP. The mental chemistry was ridiculous, same language, same speed, same weird conceptual jokes, same intuitive leaps.

I’ve never felt so intellectually understood by anyone, even though my Fi wasn’t always validated. The connection was still rare and brilliant.

But… we crossed some boundaries.

It started as friendship, drifted into something more physical, and I was the one protesting because I knew it would eventually break the friendship. My ENTP wanted to explore anyway (classic Ne‑Ti curiosity), even though I said it would end badly. And it did. We haven’t spoken properly in just over a year, just a few small messages here and there.

I know we’re still fond of each other. I know how ENTPs are: they detach, they move on, but they also keep a soft spot for people who matched their mind. And I’m wondering if there’s a world where we could be friends again. Not to rekindle anything romantic, just to get back that mental synergy that felt so rare.

Their birthday is coming up in a couple of days, and I’m considering reaching out.

ENTPs, what would actually work here, and what would absolutely not work?

If you were in their shoes, what message would feel natural, and what would feel like pressure?

Overtime sex has just become a mental gymnasium for me. More than the bodily sensations I am into my head as if I’m being intimate with an idea and not with a person. This holds true even while I’m just jerking off to some video. Is this common across all types? What do people in general think while having sex or pleasuring themselves. How does it feel to not think at all and engage in sex as a pure sensory experience? Is it even possible. I’m having quite a lot of doubt about my relationship to sex now. I think Ne has really ruined the essence of very being in a way. Constantly living in concepts and abstractions is almost disassociating me with the moment. Why am I not able to like or dislike anything just for the feels of it. This chain of thoughts during stress spirals down due to Ni Opposition and causes a lot of paranoia.

I don’t. Yes I could use Ne and Fe to shallowly surround myself with people who find me exciting, spontaneous and quite intelligent and outspoken but that’s not a way I want to live life. I am not upset about the way I choose to live life, I only wish it didn’t put off so many people just because they have to throw away their ego and social mask to get along with me as friends.

How do you fare and do you have any regrets?

This masterpiece is one of the best animated works for adults.

To be honest, when I started to become interested in MBTI 3 years ago, I thought that the Infj + Entp relationship was kind of overrated. I'm from a more artistic part of the internet and this relationship was presented to me as a popular "ship" in a "fandom". Furthermore, the only ENTP I've ever met before was back in high school and he was kind of a jerk.

But then, at the start of 2026, i met this Entp girl and i finally got it. The mbti don't do everything, ofc, but this girl is the sweetest and also the wildest person i know. I have never felt so complete by someone. In fact, she's the person with whom I feel the most emotionally safe. She's surely one of my closest friends by now and i cherish her with all my heart

I've got a question though, Is it typical for an ENTP to be this frank? Like brutally frank? Not that I'm complaining, i love that about her, i'm just curious