Google “ENTJ” and you’ll find a wealth of information about CEOs, military leaders, and what it’s like to be a crush-people-like-a-bug style dictator.
ENFJ: The pop of a champagne bottle being opened. Eating Ritz crackers and sitting on a countertop instead of a chair.
INFJ: That feeling when you give someone advice and they take it and it works out marvelously and they’re happy because it worked out, and you’re happy for them and for yourself because you did the right thing and helped them.
In fact, if I find that an annoying ad is unskippable, I find myself growing angry with both the company and the product.
ENTP: Starts out not excited at all but then has a good time. Manages to find the wedding ring in the sidewalk outside The Haunted Mansion.
ENFP: A Ferris wheel all lit up at the county fair. Kissing in the rain. Finding something you haven’t seen in years. Candy flavored chapstick.
ISTP: The first half goes well. They lose their date in the second half when they start discussing their latest conspiracy theory.
ENFP: There with their SO, making matching Build-A-Bears that make a velociraptor sound when you squeeze them.
ESFP: Crashes the wedding. By the end of the night they have somehow made a hundred new best friends.