Languid snob. Slowtard. Soulful masochist. Nitpicks and moralizes where one should simply enjoy life. General forgiveness and moralism combine within this type in the most surprising manner.
Known drags who will conveniently rape anyone by their kindness, and on top of that will do everything so that the victim of their kindness feels guilty afterwards. As soon as an INFj woman considers a man to be hers, this is it for him. He will be put doggystyle before her - slightest deviation from her plan will cause an immediate offense and reaction. And certainly, to be sick, and sick, and even more sick - their complaints and mentions of their health are exhausting and will certainly drive any healthy fellow into a grave.
For the flushing of male INFjs (although the concepts of "male" and INFj rarely intersect) no drainpipes should be spared: all of them try to pose as if they are "someone", all wear "masks", all stress and strain for some reason. With this they only impede other people from living their lives normally. So acutely he feels, so sharply he worries ... so much he re-lives various nonsense - all the while losing his grasp on reality. Must be why the male INFj delivers such painful blows and kicks with his feet during fights.
Full of doubt until the very last moment.
EII's hands grow not from where they grow in normal people. For some of them their hands grow from their shoulders, but for many others they grow from their asses, and yet for some Dostoyevskies they grow completely separately from their bodies. He will ruin any house maintenance work and wreck everything that is possible to wreck. Even the criticism of his dear dual Shtirlya doesn't help - Dosia will tell him to go somewhere far, far away, and then depart for the couch himself. Lazy, fly into a rage with ANY amount of work. Try to avoid it if they can, especially any work that cannot be done within 5 seconds (not a joke).
Terrible self-esteem in combination with the need to be praised and admired.
Terrible self-confidence combined with the need to be admired. Horrible at giving instructions. Classical version of husband on a sofa. Demanding towards his family. His internal cruelty will come disguised as kindness and sympathy.
Very "slippery" types. Distance whenever someone attempts to get close to them.
Nazi-nationalists are probably obtained primarily from this type. Their ethics don't yield to logic: general pardon, personal masochism, tied together tightly to nazism and nationalism. This is the reason that they kick and strike so hard.
Aristocrat with the psychology of a hired worker, a slave. Though there is more benefit from him than harm.
Sorts human emotions on shelves. Cold, painted smile of gladness, as that of the women working in the Civil Registry Office.
Works for 6 days, drinks for one day in order not to feel the emptiness inside, which no amount of work can fill.
Either doesn't speak or is a horrible bore. Considers himself to be always correct.
Terribly intrusive and clingy in terms of care. Inundates others with advice. Doesn't hear that nobody needs all this advice and his opinions. To the contrary, with the bullheadedness of a tank makes others listen. Moreover, in presence of mutual friends will start criticizing his relatives. Never praises and takes much for granted. Implements the principle "Beat your own so that others will fear" into life. Loudly shouts how he's very busy, talks of order and organization, when there is a horrible mess in his own papers and a lot of time he wastes needlessly. Stingy. To persuade him to purchase something is impossible. Buys everything for his guests, but all presents are for future benefits. Limited in thinking and terribly opinionated. Doesn't understand how others may need something to which he cannot relate himself. Punishes with severity. Petty, stupid, of limited outlook. Hardworking only at first impression. Practices a very peculiar type of love and care that come in form of most rigid and severe personal lists of stereotypes. Maniacal when it comes to higher education. That which he considers to be the key to stereotypically happy life, he will preach with confidence of a missionary, with the strength of a falling pressurizer, and with the persistence of a mosquito.
Sincerely believes that the whole world is for him, that he is the center of the universe. Always knows what is necessary, how much is necessary, and why it is necessary. Particularly, when it comes to other people. Elevated self-esteem.
Passionately loves money and lavish life. Convinced that all of the earthy benefits were created just for him. Commanding - loves to teach, instruct, suppress, demand the impossible. Schemer and master of intrigues. Will scream and shout at someone hysterically. Loves to count other people's income. Sexually loose. Adjusts everyone to himself. Selects people who are weaker than him, thens present them with claims and demands, tirelessly trying to change and remold them. Often changes his opinion - today white, tomorrow black. Requires constant attention to his person.
An annoying bore. Often nitpicks on words, even though he has understood the meaning perfectly well. If something was written inaccurately, he can barely restrain himself. Touchy, takes offense easily.
Reduced copy of Maxim Gorky (LSI) in the scale of 1:1000. Due to this is dull-witted, petty, quarrelsome, niggling, and envious.
A little honesty won't do me harm. Flatterer.
Sleeps for 24 hours in a day. It is possible to interact with him until the point when he becomes touchy and capricious. One ought to not give him too much attention.
Male SLIs should be put into prison immediately after getting typed - bandits no lesser than SLEs. But if the SLE is at least honest about his banditism, then the SLI sometimes purely by chance manages to present himself as a decent person. Well and slowtard, of course, but he is slow not out of principle but from his own limitedness.
SLIs themselves are reminiscent of hand-made quality items: durable, qualitative, dense, requiring careful and attentive treatment in accordance to the instructions that have not been provided.
Laggard. Lays in shit up to his ears and dreams about the higher matters. Even his dreams are somehow dumb and nonsensical. And when he starts to talk, one can safely fall asleep. I've already understood his thoughts 20 minutes ago, while he is still struggling to formulate them. Does not gravitate towards society and collaboration, is absolutely autonomous and independent.
Slouch with a criminal turn of the mind and missing instructions for his application. Thinking processes as well as conscience both work in slow mode, put on brakes. Dreams are foolish, horizons very limited. Couch hobbyist who loves to cause mischief.
"There was as much sense in him as milk from a male goat, however not much harm either." Envious "empty space".
Agitated boisterous dreamer, who cannot be trusted. Can take on traits of Pluishkin and become someone to whom everyone owes something.
Specialist in getting himself into various sticky stories.
Similar to Dost. And IEE ladies... if they could only one day figure out whom and what they want, instead of running around their whole lives, and the lives of others, too.
"Figaro here, Figaro there..." IEE creates a myth about him or herself, imposes this mirage on others, but he is also the first to fall for it.
Turns out that he simply cannot live in cleanliness and order. Not only irresponsible, but also ineffectual. His head is full of cockroaches and various nonsense.
But generally a harmless creature. One can even be entertained with him if his words aren't attributed much value. But if one truly believes in his words, then one may not survive. He lies all the time, and lies maliciously for the purpose of humoring and entertaining himself at the expense of others. Constantly changes his circles of friends when his old buddies stop taking him seriously.
In critical situations will be the first to succumb because he can't do anything but talk. On the inside: malicious, pretentious, lazy, and amoral. No relations with them are possible - it won't end well. Empty and dull, a bummer, but knows well how to kiss ass if anyone needs it. Nobody does this better than him. But then he kisses ass of many people and without discernment.
They resemble a lump of bare nerves. Always taunting, always swaggering around. When you find yourself in the same room with them, you start to feel a shortage of air because they are truly the VAMPIRISH!
Deadbeats with heads full of cockroaches. They live in the world of their fantasies and can never figure out whom and what they want. They can never live in order, and spend their life and the lives of others running around, getting into unthinkable situations, and never earning enough trust and merit for themselves.