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So obv INFJ hearts ENTP, which is great but I was wondering - do you have any other mbti ships you like? Don’t hold back I can take it (the real question is… can THEY?) lmao
Aaaah, good question!
I probably have a disappointing answer *_*
I guess I don’t really ship other MBTI types because I don’t have any personal experience with them or know anyone else who does.
I particularly love MBTI stuff when I can match it up with an actual person or experience. (Eg, I’m an INFJ and my partner is an ENTP. Most of what I read about INFJ x ENTP is crazy funny/accurate, at least in describing my relationship with ENTP. Particularly the theme that ENTP is the only type that can climb INFJ's walls or bounce back from a door slam. I literally "door slammed" ENTP ten years ago and seven years later he just showed up out of nowhere like “Aaayyy....btw, I love you” and we've been together ever since, lol.)
...but I DO have an INTJ friend who I’m pretty sure would be stupidly happy with an ENFP friend of mine (if INTJ ever wanted to stop brooding in solitude, which seems…unlikely) so I guess that might be the other one!
I definitely do NOT ship INFJ x INTJ (it's not a popular one but I've seen it occasionally). I fully admit this is entirely based off a horrible relationship I had with a (different) INTJ in the past. I just don't think INFJ auxiliary Fe works well with INTJ tertiary Fi. But that's another story for another day. (Not saying it's impossible. Just expressing my personal experience was a dumpster fire of epic proportions, lol.)
ENTP x INFJ
they matched each other’s freak
-ENTP gently coaxing INFJ out of a downward spiral with some practical advice
You settle down on a couch in a sunny corner, with your sketchbook, latest needlework, or a good book, along with a pile of blankets, and a pot of tea. However, you may or may not get around to any of it because napping is strongly encouraged. When you wake up, you stroll through the garden and then bake a batch of scones.
You turn on some classical music, pull a chair up to a magnificent mahogany work desk and crank out the newest plot twist in your murder mystery manuscript. For inspiration, you go for a walk in the rain, grab a coffee from your favorite cafe, and end up strolling the halls of a local museum.
You hop on the local public transportation and get off at a stop you've never been to before. You stroll through charming streets, go antique shopping, and browse bookshops and thrift stores. For a break, you grab a table at a local restaurant, order an indulgent meal, and journal about your excursions that day.
You grab your favorite travel bag, pile it full of books, a journal, and/or a sketchbook, and make your way over to your favorite coffee shop or bar. You snag a small table in a cozy corner and, over the course of several luxurious hours, imbibe in your favorite drink, and get lost in reading, writing, or sketching for hours. At the end of it all, you purchase a growler of your favorite brew, or bag of your favorite roast, and head home.
Fresh air is calling, and you must answer. You lace up your favorite pair of walking/running/biking shoes and hit the trail. The weather is perfect. A crisp breeze greets your face. As you breathe it in, the endorphins start flowing. You're making great time, but that's not the point. It's going to be a great day.
A whole day to yourself? You breathe a sigh of relief as you settle into an ergonomic chair in front of a desk equipped with enough monitors to create a screen the size of the Pacific Ocean. You feel the security of your noise-cancelling headphones suction to your ears like a life vest, and dive into the comforting world of your favorite game. With a minifridge within arms reach and plenty of snacks at your fingertips, life gets very, very good, for the next several hours. (Time? What is time? Also, what is “outside”?)