MBTI high school

Chapter 37:

Chapter 37: A Very… Scientific Documentary.

Ahem, ahem. Testing… One, two… One, two… Perfect.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Noulanne, bringing you an exceptional episode of On the Trail of the Wild MBTI! Today, we embark on an expedition into a perilous environment: high school. A hostile ecosystem, where survival instincts rely on advanced skills, such as dodging pop quizzes, avoiding drama, and, most importantly, lying—with varying degrees of success.

But beware. Some specimens lie better than others. Some don’t even realize they’re lying. And others… well, let’s just say they should never even try.

So, grab your butterfly net, a high-quality nonsense detector, and most importantly… a lot of aspirin. You’re going to need it.

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First Specimen: The Convincing Liar (also known as the Common ENTP).

This type of liar is a rare specimen: they believe their own lies. Worse yet, they make you believe them, too.

We find ENTP in the middle of a demonstration of his power, confidently explaining that 1 + 1 = 11.

Around him, a crowd of students wavers between despair and existential crisis.

ESTJ, exasperated by this direct attack on logic, digs through her bag… and pulls out a lie detector.

—ONLOOKERS: … Where did she even get that?

—Me (coughing): Uh… quick break, I’m going to the bathroom… strategic disappearance.

—ESTJ (brandishing her scientific weapon): Prove it! Now!

Without flinching, ENTP places his hand on the device, more confident than a cult leader addressing his disciples.

—A student (cautiously): So… 1 + 1 equals 11?

—ENTP: Obviously.

The detector’s result? TRUE.

Silence. The crowd holds its breath. ESTJ blinks once, twice, then… collapses.

The school descends into chaos. What if ENTP was right? What if logic was an illusion?

Some students abandon their studies on the spot. Others turn to philosophy. A group begins worshiping ENTP as a prophet.

The damage is done.

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Second Specimen: The Panicked Liar (or the Flustered INFP).

A very different kind of liar. The one who never meant to lie, but had no choice. The one who drowns in their own brain before they even have time to come up with a believable excuse.

Scene of the crime: Philosophy class.

The teacher hands back the graded papers. INFP, all smiles, steps forward… takes hers… then—

Horror.

B+.

Her soul leaves her body. A B+?! A B+?!?!

Thoughts start flooding in:

•Am I losing my intelligence?

•Should I drop out of school?

•Is this a sign that I should quit everything and open a vintage bookstore in the middle of Brittany?

•Is this the end?

—ENFJ (gentle, concerned): You okay?

—INFP (a smile faker than New Year’s resolutions): Yes, perfectly!

—ENFJ, reassured, walks away. INFP, however, remains frozen, shattered.

How did ENFJ fall for such an enormous lie?

Moral of the story: There are liars… and then there are human optical illusions.

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Third Specimen: The Liar Who Knows They Can’t Lie (ISTJ in Distress).

ISTJ is a creature of order and discipline. Everything is planned, organized, calculated.

He has just one step to take to leave school and head home. Just one.

But… the storm is coming.

ENFP, appearing out of nowhere, jumps onto his back like an overexcited koala.

—ENFP: You free tonight?

—ISTJ (automatic, dry): No.

—ENFP: What are you doing?

—ISTJ: … Sleeping.

—ENFP (squinting): Liar.

ISTJ knows he’s doomed. He should have just stayed silent.

—ISTJ (resigned): Get down.

—ENFP: Nope. Take me to karaoke, or I’m not moving.

ISTJ shudders. He remembers.

The last karaoke night with ENFP. A night the school never recovered from.

A single word to sum it up? Flood.

And so, with his dignity fading into the distance, ISTJ set off toward the mall, an ever-smiling ENFP still clinging to him like a child.

ISTJ’s last thoughts:
Hell doesn’t need fire. Hell is ENFP.

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Fourth Specimen: The Liar Who Thinks They’re Smart (And Fails… Miserably).

ESFP, in full "I’m just minding my business, nothing suspicious here, don’t pay attention to me" mode, is about to sneak away unnoticed.

But… fatal error.

Intercepted by Special Agent INTJ.

—INTJ (icy tone): Mother assigned me to keep an eye on you this week. Where are you going?

—ESFP (overconfident): Uh… home. To study.

INTJ raises an eyebrow.

—INTJ: Ah. Okay. Dramatic pause.
So, if I summarize… You’re actually going to the mall for karaoke with ENFP, ESFJ, ISFP, ENTP, and… oh, poor ISTJ.

—ESFP (stunned): … How did you…?

Too late. INTJ is already in full FBI mode. In one fluid motion, he grabs her by the collar like a criminal and drags her to the bus stop.

—ESFP (struggling for her freedom): HELP! THIS IS KIDNAPPING!

The passersby? They don’t react. They’ve seen this scene too many times before.

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The Essential Lesson to Remember:

If you come across an ENTP, never trust your lie detector.

P.S.: Yeah, I probably have a problem with ENTPs…