MBTI high school

Chapter 28 :

Chapter 28: The Day Everything Goes Off the Rails

ISTJ opened his eyes at precisely 5:35 a.m., as he did every morning. No alarm needed—his internal clock was more reliable than any alarm clock. He got up silently, slipping on his meticulously folded robe from the night before. By 5:40 a.m., he was seated at his desk, deeply immersed in his textbooks, reviewing his lessons with near-military precision.

At 6:34, he went down to the kitchen, preparing a perfectly balanced breakfast for his still-sleeping family. After drinking his coffee and setting the table, he went back upstairs to get ready. By 6:45, he was in the shower. At exactly 7:00, he opened the front door to start his day.

But this time, a surprise awaited him.

— "Happy New Year, ISTJ!" exclaimed ENFP with a wide grin, holding two chocolate bars.

ISTJ froze, his hand still on the door handle, his brain scrambling to understand why ENFP was there so early.

— "Here, I thought of you. I figured you might need this to start the year off right," said ENFP, offering one of the chocolate bars as if it were a priceless treasure.

Without a word, ISTJ slowly closed the door. He locked it and, with a sigh, headed toward the back door.

The Unpredictable ENFP

He had just rounded the house when, like a loyal puppy, ENFP appeared out of nowhere, skipping alongside him.

— "So, ready for your big day?" ENFP asked, his voice overflowing with enthusiasm.

ISTJ ignored him, hoping that silence would send the message. But, of course, ENFP never picked up on such subtleties.

— "You know, I’ve always found it weird that we eat spaghetti with a fork. Why not a spoon? Wouldn’t that be so much easier?"

ISTJ slowed his pace slightly, one eyebrow twitching.

— "ENFP, what do you want?" he finally asked, unable to tolerate the nonsensical chatter any longer.

ENFP stopped abruptly, a sincere smile lighting up his face.

— "Well… I want to be your friend."

ISTJ stared at him, incredulous.

— "I don’t have time for your nonsense today," he replied curtly, resuming his walk.

But ENFP wasn’t discouraged. He trotted back to his side.

— "Okay, but what can I do to make you my friend?"

— "Be quiet," ISTJ growled, exasperated.

ENFP complied… for exactly 10 seconds. Then he started talking again, even more enthusiastically.

The Elevator of Confessions

They finally arrived at the towering skyscraper of Moore & Co., where ISTJ had a meeting to present his project. ISTJ hoped to finally rid himself of his unwelcome companion, but ENFP managed to slip into the elevator with him.

As they ascended in silence, ENFP suddenly seemed more serious.

— "Hey, ISTJ…" he murmured.

— "No," ISTJ replied automatically.

— "You know, it’s not always easy being me. People think I’m carefree and that everything’s great, but sometimes, I feel lonely, even in a crowd."

ISTJ remained silent, surprised by this unexpected confession.

— "Look at ESTP and ENTP. They’re my friends, but sometimes I feel like the third wheel in their duo. They often tell me I take things too seriously, that I should stop caring so much. But that’s just who I am. And you… I don’t know, you seem different. Maybe you’d understand me."

The elevator finally reached their floor. ISTJ cleared his throat, uncomfortable.

— "You’re wrong. I neither have the time nor the interest to understand," he declared before stepping out, hoping to end the conversation.

The Presentation That Spirals Out of Control

In the conference room, ISTJ carefully laid out his plans for the municipal pool project he hoped to get funded by the renowned businessman, Robinson Moore. Everything was going perfectly until ENFP, visibly bored, decided to "spice things up."

As ISTJ explained the economic benefits of his project, ENFP, seated at the back of the room, suddenly stood up.

— "What if we added giant water slides? Imagine that—a spiral slide starting from the roof!" he exclaimed.

All eyes turned to him, including those of a horrified ISTJ.

— "Sit. Down. Now," ISTJ hissed through gritted teeth, trying to maintain his composure.

But ENFP, undeterred, continued.

— "Oh, and how about a wave pool? Or better yet, a floating bar in the middle!"

Mr. Moore burst out laughing. ISTJ, meanwhile, felt his face flush with embarrassment.

— "You have a vivid imagination, young man. But I’m afraid that’s not the topic at hand," Mr. Moore said, amused.

Despite ISTJ’s best efforts to salvage the situation, ENFP interrupted constantly, turning the meeting into an impromptu comedy show.

Finally, Mr. Moore stood up, a sly smile on his face.

— "I think we’ve seen enough for today. Out."

The Unexpected Turn of Events

Outside the building, ISTJ was on the verge of exploding.

— "You ruined my presentation!" he yelled at ENFP, who was still smiling.

— "Oh, it’s no big deal. You’ll get it next time," ENFP replied cheerfully.

— "Unless you win a poker game against him, I don’t see how!" ISTJ snapped sarcastically.

ENFP’s eyes lit up.

— "What a great idea!"

Before ISTJ could respond, ENFP dashed off. ISTJ shook his head and went home, determined never to see that lunatic again.

A few hours later, as he tried to calm down in his room, the sound of breaking glass echoed outside. ISTJ looked out the window and saw ENFP below, holding up a phone.

— "Check this out!" ENFP shouted.

On the screen, Mr. Moore, laughing, recounted how ENFP had beaten him at poker. Even better, Moore’s daughter, who was passionate about the pool project, had convinced her father to fully fund the construction.

ISTJ was speechless as the entire neighborhood applauded. ENFP, still as insufferable as ever, gave him a thumbs-up.

— "So, are we best friends now?" he asked with a grin.

For the first time that day, ISTJ cracked a smile.

— "No."

And that was the beginning of a strange but undeniable friendship.