I'm a 6, and I have constantly got in trouble in just about every joband in school for questioning the boss/teacher, and breaking the rules? Can any of you other 6's relate to this?
I agree with that. I purposefully break those rules that don't seem to be in place for a reason or that don't seem to make sense at all. Though I'm generally more low-key about it.If your gonna give me a rule you better tell me why. Or else its nothing other then a stupid idea.
Just for the hell of it, to fight the power, and because I like doing my own thing. I've always been a leader, I hate to follow, or bend to anyone else's will. Plus, it's like a rush to me. Plus, if I find a rule to be illogical, I see no need to follow it. I make my own rules. This is why I constantly question me being ENTP.Why do you, personally, break rules, though?
Other Sixes adopt the opposite strategy of dealing with anxieties and become counterphobic, essentially taking a defiant stand against whomever or whatever they find threatening. This is the Six who takes on authority or who adopts a dare devil attitude towards physical danger. Counterphobic Sixes can be aggressive, and frequently adopt a rebellious or anti-authoritarian demeanor. Such Sixes are often unaware of the fear which motivates their actions. For counterphobic Sixes, the inner tension of living with their anxiety is greater than the fear of any external threat they might be facing, so they adopt an oppositional attitude and throw themselves into action. This approach sometimes succeeds in obscuring from the counterphobic Six's line of vision the fear which is actually at the root of their behavior. Consequently, counterphobic Sixes frequently deny being anxious.
This is interesting to know.All I can say is that I despise trivial authority... and authority in general. The only -true- authority is that which has earned my respect by the nature of its own merit.
When I was in the military, I would grow my sideburns out to the maximum standard. Why? Because grooming standards didn't influence my ability to be a soldier on bit. I memorized the regs so I could pipe up with them whenever confronted on my awesome chops. "Sir, the standard is that the sideburns can be no lower than the lowest opening of the ear hole, parallel to the marching surface, trimmed neatly and not flared. These sideburns are Army standard, sir!" I got a lot of angry looks for that, but it was worth it. The chops weren't as cool as my god-awful Army standard mustache. (shivers)
I suppose I've also pissed off several persons in authority by just asking why. "Why should this task be done." If I get a good answer, the leader gains my respect and thus I become compliant. If I get a "Because i said so!", they become an obstacle to me and one that I don't care to please.
I was crazy. It's a miracle I'm still alive. I tried everything. I had so many near death experiences, it was unbelievable.
I hated bureaucracy, authority, rules, conformity, cliques, bullies, and myself. I went goth for awhile until I noticed other people doing it. Then I had to find something else that gave me attention without connecting with anyone. I was the A student who got sent to the dean for mouthing off to the jock A-hole in the class who was putting someone else down. I was always in trouble in high school.
I was angry and didn't care much for school. So it made it hard that they put me in these honors classes for gifted people. I wasn't like all the other stupid "gifted" morons. Hahaha. I found them shallow and ignorant. I liked hanging out with the "outsiders".
I took advantage of stupid teachers who couldn't think outside the box, and I fell in love with the tough teachers. My mouth got me in trouble with teachers. But only with the ones I felt were idiots anyway.
I finally calmed down in college where I felt I could rip at my academics without being socially stigmatized.