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I've noticed this habit in NTJs (mostly INTJs) of rationalizing their suffering by appealing to everything wrong in the world. I myself am guilty of that. Find me on a bad day, ask me about it, and I'd give you an hour long tirade on environmental destruction or the dangers of the arms race. And that, according to me, will be the reason why I'm so very sad today. But that couldn't be farther from the truth. It's just impossible to feel that strongly for something without immediate perceptual stimuli. And not to mention those lofty problems persist even on my 'good' days. So why do I do it? Well, do you do it? Why?
I've noticed this habit in my INTJ friends too. One of them is sad because he has failed to make any friends at College even after 3 months and for all these months he only blamed it on the College for being shit and stress-inducing. Thankfully, he's come to terms with the fact that he's only sad because he has no friends. The other one just got buttfucked in the mids exam but he'll kill himself before he admits that he's sad because of the mids. Instead he insists that he's sad because of all the poor people of the world who are getting crushed under the capitalistic machine and whatever.
Similar cases can be observed even in fictional NTJs. Raskolnikov (INTJ) of Crime and Punishment is angsty, probably because he didn't shower for weeks and that he lives in a shithole smaller than his heart but he goes ahead and contrives a mega narrative of the injustices of the world, how money is in the hands of people who don't deserve, and that becomes his cathexis for the rest of the novel until he does something he shouldn't have. Light Yagami (ENTJ) maligns the whole world because he's sexually frustrated to the point of turning asexual??? I don't know man, it's just hard to imagine that someone who doesn't even leave his room for weeks except to distribute hand-written assignments like a bitch class representative can care that much about how fucked up the world is.
Upon honest reflection on myself, I've found only one answer: I'm embarrassed to admit the reasons for my feelings. They are not...lofty, or sophisticated, enough. The intensity of my emotions warrant a better rationale than that goddammit. But reality is disappointing. I can't change the fact that I have inferior Fi but hell yeah I can contrive any bullshit theory to counter that problem. And that's where many big problems begin. If only I could come to terms with the real causes of my emotions at the right time and place, I could have avoided so much bullshit I don't want to look back on. I think I'll probably buy a robot that screams 'YOU ARE A FUCKING MAMMAL!' on my face every morning to wake me up.
I've noticed this habit in my INTJ friends too. One of them is sad because he has failed to make any friends at College even after 3 months and for all these months he only blamed it on the College for being shit and stress-inducing. Thankfully, he's come to terms with the fact that he's only sad because he has no friends. The other one just got buttfucked in the mids exam but he'll kill himself before he admits that he's sad because of the mids. Instead he insists that he's sad because of all the poor people of the world who are getting crushed under the capitalistic machine and whatever.
Similar cases can be observed even in fictional NTJs. Raskolnikov (INTJ) of Crime and Punishment is angsty, probably because he didn't shower for weeks and that he lives in a shithole smaller than his heart but he goes ahead and contrives a mega narrative of the injustices of the world, how money is in the hands of people who don't deserve, and that becomes his cathexis for the rest of the novel until he does something he shouldn't have. Light Yagami (ENTJ) maligns the whole world because he's sexually frustrated to the point of turning asexual??? I don't know man, it's just hard to imagine that someone who doesn't even leave his room for weeks except to distribute hand-written assignments like a bitch class representative can care that much about how fucked up the world is.
Upon honest reflection on myself, I've found only one answer: I'm embarrassed to admit the reasons for my feelings. They are not...lofty, or sophisticated, enough. The intensity of my emotions warrant a better rationale than that goddammit. But reality is disappointing. I can't change the fact that I have inferior Fi but hell yeah I can contrive any bullshit theory to counter that problem. And that's where many big problems begin. If only I could come to terms with the real causes of my emotions at the right time and place, I could have avoided so much bullshit I don't want to look back on. I think I'll probably buy a robot that screams 'YOU ARE A FUCKING MAMMAL!' on my face every morning to wake me up.