MBTI high school

Chapter 25:

Chapter 25: Disturbed Solitude

Winter had settled in, covering the city with a thick layer of snow. The streets were almost deserted, and a heavy silence lingered in the air. ISTP stared out the window of his apartment, a cup of hot tea in hand. For many, winter brought melancholy, but for him, it was just another season. In truth, he appreciated the tranquility, the lack of distractions. His solitary routine suited him perfectly.

He lived alone, far from the chaos of his family. His days were simple: high school during the week and a series of part-time jobs in his free hours. He worked as a pizza delivery driver, a bike repairman, and sometimes even an employee in a hardware store. His coworkers appreciated his discretion and efficiency, but ISTP preferred not to get too attached to social interactions. He did his job, went home, and returned to his true refuge: his apartment.

At home, he dedicated himself to his two great passions: tinkering and his collection of young adult magazines. His apartment resembled a sort of hybrid workshop, where every corner was filled with spare parts, various tools, and magazines neatly arranged on shelves. He enjoyed spending his evenings dismantling and reassembling gadgets or quietly flipping through his magazines.

Life could have been calm and peaceful for ISTP if only ENTP, his neighbor from the apartment next door, didn’t constantly intrude on his daily life.

That Saturday evening, after a long day at work, ISTP had settled comfortably on his couch, screwdriver in hand, ready to work on a fan motor he had found at a flea market. The silence was perfect. Well, almost. Some creaking noises echoed through the walls.

Suddenly, without knocking or any warning, his apartment door burst open.

ENTP (entering with boundless energy):
"Yo, dude! Guess what? I’ve got a genius idea to upgrade your place!"

ISTP rolled his eyes. ENTP had no concept of intrusion. It had been weeks since he started showing up unannounced, always with some crazy idea or noisy project that shattered ISTP's peace.

ISTP (in a monotone voice):
"Hi… You could at least knock before coming in."

ENTP (ignoring him, eyeing the motor ISTP was working on):
"Oh, cool! What’s that? A new gadget? You know, I bet we could add a feature to turn it into... I don’t know, a scooter booster? Or better yet, a portable fan with lasers!"

ISTP (deadpan):
"A fan, ENTP. Just a fan."

But ENTP was never discouraged. He plopped down next to ISTP, grabbed some tools, and started "helping," though his method was anything but systematic.

Minutes passed, and as ISTP tried to focus on his project, ENTP kept up his relentless chatter. He jumped from one topic to another: his theories on extraterrestrial life, revolutionary start-up ideas, and his conviction that school textbooks were part of a conspiracy. All of it in an endless stream, like a verbal storm.

Later in the evening, while fiddling with a wrench, ENTP suddenly proposed another idea.

ENTP (excited):
"Hey! What if we organize a drone race in the building? I know you’ve got at least two drones lying around. Imagine, we could set up a tournament with the neighbors!"

ISTP sighed, glancing at the clock. It was almost midnight.

ISTP (calmly):
"Normal people sleep at this hour, ENTP."

ENTP (bursting into laughter):
"But who wants to be normal, really? Come on, just a quick race!"

The "quick race" lasted almost an hour, filled with the buzz of drone motors, laughter, and screams when ENTP lost control of one of the drones, which crashed into a shelf full of magazines.

ENTP (still laughing):
"Oops! My bad. But hey, that was fun, right?"

ISTP (dryly):
"Not really."

When ENTP finally left, after proposing at least three more absurd projects to "improve" the apartment, ISTP was alone again. He collapsed onto his couch, exhausted. The silence, after the whirlwind that was ENTP, felt even deeper.

He got up to clean the mess left behind by his intrusive friend. As he picked up the drone debris, he found one of the magazines ENTP had accidentally knocked over. It was an old edition with a vintage cover, but it was one of his favorites. ISTP smiled slightly as he flipped through it. After all, despite his frequent intrusions, ENTP brought a kind of chaos that broke the monotony of his solitary life. Even if he’d never admit it, he sometimes appreciated those moments.

As he finally settled into bed, savoring the prospect of a quiet night, a loud noise echoed through the walls. It was ENTP’s voice, active at an indecent hour.

ENTP (shouting through the wall):
"Hey, ISTP! Guess what? I think I figured out how to fix that damn drone! Wanna try tomorrow?!"

ISTP closed his eyes, seriously wondering how he ended up living next to someone so… energetic.

ISTP (sighing deeply):
"Sometimes I wonder why I didn’t move to a cabin in the woods..."