Personality Analysis: ENTP

get to know yourself: MBTI is the psychological analysis test that breaks peoples personalities into 16 different types based on Introverted/Extraverted, iNtuition/Sensing, Thinking/Feeling, Judging/Perceiving 

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this psychological analysis is vital to understanding others around you and why they are the way they are. what makes them tick. as for david? get to know me: ENTP

"clever" is the word that perhaps describes ENTPs best. the absentminded professor who juggles half a dozen ideas for research papers and grant proposals in his mind while giving a highly entertaining lecture on an abstruse subject is a classic example of the type. so also is the stand-up comedian whose lampoons are both funny and incisively accurate.

ENTP personalities tend to use their mind in a very specific way and this is especially noticeable in the professional environment – they enjoy brainstorming and outlining all the options, but do their best to stay away from actual implementation. again, such a trait can be very valuable in certain situations, but cause tension in the workplace as the ENTP may be perceived as having fingers in many pies, but often failing to finish what they start. ENTPs also tend to be non-conformists and love challenging existing rules and routines, which makes them irreplaceable where there is a need to rip up the existing models and come up with new, original plans.

people with the ENTP personality type are often called devil’s advocates, and for a good reason. ENTPs absolutely love to argue and they do not really care that much what the argument is about, as long as it is fun. they may not actually support the idea they are arguing for, but may decide to go against the prevailing opinion, seeing this as a mental exercise.

ENTPs are very quick-witted and original, which gives them a great advantage in debates, academia and politics – however, they also tend to do very well in many other areas that require willingness to challenge the existing ideas and juggle multiple arguments. ENTPs tend to have a developed intuitive sense of humor that others may find harsh or confusing without explanation. being the devil's advocate often confuses, even angers, those who don't understand or accept the concept of argument as a sport.

one of the reasons why ENTPs are able to hold their ground in nearly every debate is their impressive knowledge and ability to jump from one idea to another, making unorthodox connections in the process. they do this with amazing speed and without much effort – the onslaught of arguments coming from the ENTP may easily confuse their opponent. this can be both a good and a bad thing, depending on who the ENTP is arguing with – they can easily shred their opponent’s arguments in a debate about politics or theoretical ideas, but cause immense stress in a romantic or familial relationship if they do that to their loved one. they do not process the concept of going too far. there is nothing worse to an ENTP than an unresolved issue, causing them to arguing or discuss a subject well past what may be appropriate for the other person.

the least developed area for the ENTP is the Sensing-Feeling arena. if the Sensing areas are neglected, the ENTP may tend to not take care of details in their life, making them disorganized, forgetful, and messy. if the Feeling part of themselves is neglected, the ENTP may not value other people's input enough, or may become overly harsh and aggressive.

ENTPs are usually very direct and honest. they do not really care about being seen as sensitive or compassionate, so their honesty may be quite brutal sometimes. ENTPs say what they think and do not mince their words – furthermore, they dislike people who try to beat around the bush, especially if they are about to ask the ENTP for a favour or correct them. consequently, ENTPs tend to be respected, but not necessarily liked – many people in society not only tolerate being lied to, they actually hope for and need to hear a lie in certain situations. the society tends to put feelings, sensitivities, and comfort above the unpleasant truth – this is likely to frustrate many ENTPs.

approaching an ENTP can often be difficult for an introvert. ENTPs tend to view the world as both spectator and gladiator, and if someone isn't catching their attention they are likely to overlook them. it's not that they don't care, but ENTPs are often forgetful of people who do not immediately have their attention.

the best approach in communicating with an ENTP is to be straightforward.
no games – they’ll win. no "pulling rank" – they’ll just want to put you in your place. no apologies – you’ll undermine yourself. try "i need/want to talk to you." generally ENTPs hate cliffhangers and may be reluctant to talk if it is over an email or text, without further explanation of the issue at hand.

curiosity will always win in the end with an ENTP. their love of spontaneity and ability to mentally strategize on the fly can lead them into any situation where they are out of their element or "flying blind" just so they can challenge themselves and be stimulated by the thrill of something new.

according to Carl Jung's overall summary analysis of the ENTP "- risk-takers, easy-going, outgoing, rule breakers, thrill seeking behavior, comfortable in unfamiliar situations, appreciates strangeness, disorganized, adventurous, talented at presentation, aggressive, attention seeking, experience junky, insensitive, adaptable, not easily offended, messy, carefree, dangerous, fearless, careless, emotionally stable, spontaneous, improviser, always joking/trolling, player, wild and crazy, dominant, acts without thinking, not into organized religion." - (Carl Jung Type Description 1999)



Famous ENTP’s:

- Leonardo Da Vinci
- Alexander the Great
- Thomas Edison (Inventor)
- Benjamin Franklin
- Theodore Roosevelt
- Mahmoud Ahmadinejad (President of Iran)
- Mao Zedong (Dictator of Communist China)
- Socrates
- Lewis Carroll (Author of Alice in Wonderland)
- Sacha Baron Cohen (Borat, Bruno - Actor, Comedian)
- Jim Carrey



Fictional ENTP’s :

- The Joker
- Willy Wonka
- Doctor Who
- Ferris Bueller
- Dr. House
- Cpt. Jack Sparrow
- Tom Sawyer
- Indiana Jones
- Juno
- Bugs Bunny
- Ms. Frizzle (Magic School)
- Tyler Durden (Fight Club)
- Cosmo Kramer (Seinfeld)
- Dr. Emmett ‘Doc‘ Brown (Back to the Future)
- Cheshire Cat (Alice in Wonderland)
- Fred and George Weasley (Harry Potter)

The Bleeding Woman

I’d gotten used to the bleeding. And the weakness that went along with it. But it was the loneliness that consumed me.

For twelve years, my body has unnaturally bled. At first I thought it was just my monthly courses run long, but then it didn’t stop. I tried to hide it from my family of course, smuggling out the dirty rags to wash down at the river. But nothing gets past my mother. When she found out she just gave me that look, you know the one, the one that told me that I was a complete failure – worthless. Whatever was she going to do with an unclean daughter?

At first they tried to take me to doctors. Always the Roman doctors, not the Jewish ones – they didn’t want it getting out in our community that I was unclean. The doctors were more than willing to take my parents’ money, but nothing they did helped. The bleeding just continued – and I grew weaker and weaker. When it got to the point that I was too weak to even help my mother with the chores, my father had the idea to marry me off as quickly as possible. I assume he knew that my condition would be discovered, but then I would be another man’s problem.

I’m surprised I survived the night my husband found out the truth. I think I passed out sometime after the third blow weak as I was. The next thing I knew he had thrown me at my father’s doorstep – demanding payment for the humiliation of having been given worthless goods. My father, of course, denied knowing anything at all – calling me a deceptive harlot, spitting in my face, and saying that I was no daughter of his.

Now everyone knew I was unclean. No one could touch me, and everything I touched or anywhere I sat immediately became unclean. No shopkeeper would allow me near his wares; no housewife would allow me to pause to catch my breath on her doorstep. I begged as best I could for the occasional bite of bread, as my condition even barred me from the profession most desperate women end up turning to. No one wanted me.

So like I said, I got used to the bleeding and the weakness, but the loneliness got to me. No one’s touched me for nearly twelve years. Oh, I’ve been spat upon and received the occasional kick from daring young boys – but no hugs, no shoulder to cry upon, no sister to help braid my hair. And it’s been that long since I’ve been allowed in the synagogue as well – to raise my voice in praise to God or hear the precious words of the Torah read. I am as invisible and worthless to God as I am to everyone else.

But then I heard rumors about a rabbi who could heal the sick and even raise people from the dead. Now, I’d been to my fair share of doctors and magicians who had claimed they could heal me – but somehow I knew this man was different. I don’t know how I knew, but something deep inside gave me hope that this time I could finally be well.

It took me a few days though to work up the courage to approach him. I knew I could never ask him outright for healing – I doubt any rabbi would heal a woman who broke the taboo of speaking in public to a man. And I was sure he would despise me for making him unclean if I even came near him. So I knew that my only option was to secretly approach him. If he truly was a holy miracle worker, just touching the hem of his cloak should be enough. I was good at slipping quietly through crowds; I just prayed my touch would go unnoticed.

I saw him hurry through the streets following one of the important synagogue leaders. His disciples were pushing the crowds away to help him through, but I knew that if I did not seize this opportunity, I may never get another chance. So I slipped through the crowds until I was close enough and then I reached out my hand and lightly brushed the edge of his cloak. And I felt a power course through me, I felt alive and full of a strength and energy I hadn’t felt in years. I knew I was healed. I wanted to shout for joy, I wanted to tell the whole town that I was clean again. But I knew no one would believe me, and I needed to quickly get away from this Jesus before he noticed me.

I was slipping away when I saw him stop in his tracks, and my heart sunk. He knew. He called out “who touched me?” His disciples laughed at him, they were in a crowd there were dozens of people touching him. But he asked it again and I knew my worst fears had been realized. I had risked it all for this one chance, and now I would be punished for my desperate attempt. I wondered if in his anger he would just whip me like the other men I had accidentally touched or if he would reverse my healing – condemning me to isolation for the rest of my life.

I knew I had no choice, so I threw myself at his feet, trembling in fear as I awaiting his punishment. I couldn’t even bear to look at him. I stammered out how I so desperately wanted to be well and how I knew that just touching his cloak would heal me, and that it did, that I was finally well. And I apologized over and over again for my brazen actions, hoping he would understand just a little why I dared make him unclean.

But then everything changed. You know when there’s that moment when your world shifts? This was it for me. He didn’t yell at me, he didn’t beat me. He didn’t even walk away in disgust. Instead he walked towards me and knelt down at my side. And then, and I will never forget this, he placed his hand on my shoulder and said “Daughter, your faith has healed you go in peace.” My own father had rejected me and no one had touched me in years, and here this rabbi blessed me and called me daughter. That touch, that word healed me more than just stopping the bleeding had. For the first time in years, I felt accepted and loved – I felt whole again.

Jesus looked past the names and labels that my culture had imposed upon me, and healed my wounds. He gave me a place at the table. - Julie Clawson

Redbulls and Microwaves

you spend your life trying to figure out what’s going on beneath the surface, yet you live your life like the surface is all that matters. it’s all about what it looks like. cause once you find the truth you have power, you have control. 

but truth is a sword, not for cutting everyone else, but to use on yourself. you’re so scared that if you spent half the time critiquing yourself as you do everything else, then you’ll be forced to deal with your issues. the only real control you have is over yourself. you then have to decide what kind of human you want to be. one that looks good? or one that struggles? 

there is a saying in islam, “the greatest jihad is the jihad of the self.” it means to essentially struggle and war with yourself. but why deal with issues when you have a microwave? 

the microwave represents our sense of fake as a culture. heat happens when atoms start drinking redbull. the more energy that an atom has the more adhd it gets. it starts jumping up and down and vibrating and climbing up the walls. energy = heat. 

normally and naturally, things start to cook when heat is externally applied. the heat stimulates and vibrates the atoms within causing the food to get hot and cook. but microwaves skip that whole process of internal struggle. instead they just manipulate the atoms with radiation. they are fake hot, and therefore fake cooked. 

some times we pretend that we can fix our lives with a microwave. oh there is something wrong with me? nuke it. say a simple prayer and your done. write a check and it’s fixed. but you can only ask god to help you so much. at some point you have to stop treating god like a microwave. instead, take that tank of gasoline god gave you and set yourself on fire.