Projection is ordinary. Person A projects at person B, hoping tovalidate something about person A by the response of person B. However, person B, not wanting to be an obejct of someone elses ego and guarding against existential terror constructs a personality which protects his ego and maintain a certain sense of a robust and real self that is different and separate from person A. Sadly, this robust and real self, cut off by defenses of character from the rest of the world, is quite vulnerable and fragile given that it is imaginary and propped up through external feed back. Person B is dimly aware of this and defends against it all the more, even desperately projecting his anxieties back onto person A, with the hope of shoring up his ego with salubrious validation. All of this happens without A or B acknowledging it, of course. Because to face up to it consciously is shocking, in that this is all anybody is doing or can do and it seems absurd when you realize how pathetic it is.
The -praise I like is centered around competency, knowledge, optimizing, inspiring, helping, the "right" insight. If someone says "that was the exact advice I needed", I feel very happy for them and me equally. Since I'm e3 and thrive a lot on praise psychologically, I try to improve my knack of insight-giving continuously, that matches with what we said about the 6th function here earlier. The good thing about it is, when someone critiques it, I become even more eager to excel and don't complain, unlike when a person points out that my vulnerable causes lack of coherence and organization. So when I am told, "you are not competent enough", I see it as a positive challenge unless I know that my strengths can't potentially back me up.
EDIT: The perfect example popped up in my head just now. Even the small things matter:
It may sound trivial but when someone clicks constructive for my posts I make a mental note of that person
this topic confuses me... I don't have some subconscious urge to be mollycoddled over my Ti, sorry. I looked deep within the recess of my mind and it came out blank. "As usual?" Korpsey snarked while drinking some brand of tea from some foreign land that only he knew the name of. He drank it very straight, black and bitter.