Fun fact: poking at an ENTP’s Fe can get them out of their Se demon if done correctly.

This literally just happened to me lmao. It might have something to do with Fi blindness. I'm curious how you guys interpret this situation.

Art by me

Edited: on second thought, I think this is more accurate for enneagram 7 than just an ENTP thing🤔 I am an E7 myself so I might need new perspectives on this

Okay, today I wanna talk about how shitty it can be to be ENTP. My whole life I've never been good at the formal-communication game. I've always found my people - the ones I click with on a personal level, and steered clear of anyone who had a problem with who I am. Honestly, my social circle is solid. But the formal/professional side of things... it's a total shitshow. Let me explain: no, I'm not autistic, yes, I get why people act the way they do at work; I don't get too chummy with coworkers and I don't start drama. But I'm also not about to kiss ass, step on heads, or rat people out behind their backs for personal gain. And I ended up in a situation where I let a clash with a colleague slide (it seemed like small potatoes to me - a misunderstanding plus her trying to be rude to me), and I got fired because she didn't let it slide! She went over our team lead's head and snitched to upper management. The official explanation was: "you don't fit the team, too many ambitions, you take on too much responsibility (what the fuck? great reason to fire someone)." I'm 80% sure she was threatened by the competition, because technically everyone was more than happy with my work, I had a ton of ideas for optimization and just generally a lot of initiative when it came to improving our processes.
So now I'm unemployed because I can't play the backroom games and pretend to be god knows what.
But that's not even what pissed me off, honestly, I mostly just laughed at the situation. If a company is willing to cut loose an employee who does great work and gets along with literally everyone on the team except one person who, surprise surprise, does the same job but worse - fuck that company. (Oh, yes, they don't even tried to get to the bottom of the situation and hear both sides out. Clearly, the colleague had connections to the higher-ups)
What pissed me off was my partner accusing me of being intolerant and incapable of mindless submission, of "undermining hierarchy and the system." I don't undermine either of those things, by the way, I just lose my shit when people use them to cover up workplace dysfunction and a plain old desire to have power over someone.

I know 90% of ENTPs never find acceptance in this world, but I can't prove it.

ESTP here. Been dating an ENTP for four weeks now and I’m cooked. I love this woman. She’s smart, funny, and I never feel like I have to force a conversation with her. Which is great, except now I’ve realised I actually care about keeping her around and I don’t want to fuck this up 💀💀💀💀

So, ENTP ladies, what do you want your man to do for you and what actually keeps you engaged in a relationship? Intellectual stimulation? Adventures? Spontaneous weekend getaways? Cash? Should I take her to the Barbados this weekend? I haven’t booked anything yet 😂I’m not particularly interested in political or intellectual debates which I think y’all love. I don’t want to lose her to some INTJ 😂

Help a brother out please and give me the inside information.

I’m an ENTP, I have one sibling, my younger brother, he is an ENFP. And I’ve recently found myself in the most ridiculous family drama I’ve ever been involved in.

He was engaged. Wedding preparations were underway. Then his fiancée decided to postpone the wedding after choosing her ex-boyfriend.

Yes. Her ex.

For a long time, I’ve been listening to my brother complain about this woman. And when I say complain, I mean a whole collection of stories about how much he did for her.
Driving her to her graduation. Picking her up. Taking her parents places. Waiting from early morning until late at night. Apparently, there was even an occasion when he waited all day without being offered food. 😂 (I honestly kinda enjoy seeing him suffer tho)

Meanwhile, he kept insisting that she was a good person.
Okay. Interesting definition of a good relationship, but go on.

I listened. I let him vent. I didn’t immediately tell him what to do because, well, he’s an adult. If he wants to invest his time and energy into a relationship, that’s his decision.

But then the wedding situation happened, and I decided to tell our parents what had been going on.

And suddenly, guess who’s the problem?

Me.

Not the relationship drama. Not the decision to postpone the wedding after choosing an ex. Not the fact that our family was preparing for a wedding while all of this was happening.

Me. The person who reported the plot twist.

Apparently, I was supposed to listen to all the complaints, collect the information like a private investigator, and then take it to my grave.

Here’s what fascinates me about this situation: people will tell you everything that’s wrong with their lives, but the moment you do something about the information they’ve voluntarily given you, you’re suddenly a terrible person.

So let me get this straight.

You tell me the relationship is making you miserable. I listen. You tell me what she’s done. I listen. A major decision involving marriage blows up, and I tell our parents because I think they should know what’s happening.

Now I’m the traitor?

What exactly was the expected outcome here? Was I supposed to sit quietly, watch the wedding preparations continue, and pretend I knew absolutely nothing?

IAnd for the record, I didn’t make her choose her ex. I didn’t make her postpone the wedding. I didn’t manufacture these events for entertainment. I merely informed the relevant stakeholders that the project had encountered some rather signification.

I understand that my brother might be hurt, embarrassed, or angry. Fine. Feel whatever you need to feel. I’m not expecting him to be happy about the situation.

But I do find it fascinating that the anger has landed on me, the messenger, rather than on the circumstances that created this mess.

Maybe I should have asked his permission before telling our parents. That’s a fair argument, and I’m willing to examine it.

But I’m not going to pretend the underlying situation was perfectly fine just because the truth was inconvenient.

My question for other ENTPs:
Do you ever get tired of being treated like the villain simply because you’re willing to say out loud what everyone else would rather leave unspoken? And for those with ENFP siblings, is this a common conflict between different approaches to emotional situations, or is my brother simply upset that I refused to participate in keeping up appearances?

Because honestly, I’m open to criticism. I’m just not interested in accepting responsibility for a story I didn’t write, a decision I didn’t make, and a relationship I wasn’t even in. Like I may have delivered the news. But I didn’t create the news.

TL;DR: My ENFP younger brother’s fiancée chose her ex and postponed their wedding after he spent so much time and effort on her. After listening to him complain about their relationship for ages, I told our parents what was going on. Now he’s blaming me for exposing the situation. I know I might have crossed a boundary, but honestly? I’m kinda enjoying watching him suffer the consequences of his own choices. Am I the asshole? 💀

Curious what qualities you guys value most in other people.

My ex (40M) is ENTP (but once also tested ENFP) and I (32F) INFP, dated for eight months.

We were exclusive, talked about children and moving in together, and he called ours the healthiest relationship of his life. So naturally, I thought we were building something serious.

Then things unraveled in our final month.

Two months into dating, he told me he’d attended a gallery opening with Catherine, a woman he’d briefly slept with before me. She’d cried and confessed her feelings after learning about our relationship. He clarified they were just friends, and eventually they resumed their friendship. I trusted him.

Fast-forward to month seven: Catherine invited him to a small, multi-day art residency that August. He casually announced he was going, without asking how I felt.

After sitting with my discomfort for weeks, I finally brought it up. Could we find some middle ground? Maybe all hang out together, or I could join them?
He grew defensive, saying he didn’t believe in prioritizing romantic partners over other relationships, and complained that our 20-minute conversation was eating into his workday. He later apologized.

\*\*The very next night\*\*, he went to a performance with Catherine without telling me beforehand. It was our second-to-last night together before three weeks apart.

I discovered this when I called him and sent admittedly reactive texts saying I was hurt and couldn’t believe him. His response? “Why? But honestly, don’t feel like going on defensive right now.”

Other incidents had been accumulating:

\*\*1.\*\* After an emotional conversation about his doubts around long-term monogamy, I took an extra 30-minute walk while fetching drinks for his project. I returned before anyone arrived, but he was furious, accusing me of “sabotaging” his work. He never asked whether I was okay.

\*\*2.:\*\* I biked slower than him, causing us to arrive ONE MINUTE late to class. We were turned away, and he blamed me for interfering with his productivity, sulking for much of the afternoon.

He’s fiercely independent and values autonomy. I believe he was sexually faithful, and I never asked him to abandon his friendships with exes. But I also know my anxiety sometimes made me jealous and reactive.
He eventually ended things, citing my anxiety, “possessive energy” around other women, and long-term incompatibility.

For context, he was never physically or intentionally verbally abusive. But defensiveness, passive aggression, and emotional shutdowns were recurring patterns.

For months, I’ve wondered whether a more securely attached woman would’ve handled everything differently. Whether I essentially sabotaged an otherwise good relationship.

But now I’m questioning whether my anxiety was really so disproportionate to the circumstances.

Uhhhhh...

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Hello. Let’s get straight to the point. I’m an ENTP 7w8, and I just can’t seem to pin down my instinctual subtype. I’m 100% certain that I’m "sx-blind," but I can’t figure out whether I’m sp/so or so/sp. I realize these are quite opposite, but I’m genuinely stuck. I’ve read excerpts from Naranjo’s book, done research online, watched videos—and still nothing. I’m the person in my circle who knows the most about this topic, and even I can’t help myself!

A bit of background: For the last year or two, I’ve carried first-aid supplies with me—just in case something happens to me or someone else—and I avoid anything that feels life-threatening or going to dangerous places. If I lose any of my personal belongings, I panic and remain extremely restless until I find them. When it comes to relationships, my first thought is how much the other person might contribute to my goals or personal development, and whether I’ll contribute to theirs in return (Because, ultimately, injustice has a way of coming back to strike you; causing others to suffer leads to a guilty conscience, and that makes me feel like a failure.)

But at the same time:

Ever since I was a child, I’ve been obsessed with social issues, animal rights, and groups that suffer unjustly. Sometimes I even wonder if my pangs of conscience are genuine, or if I’m just lying to myself. In middle school, I was very individualistic, while in high school, I developed a strong (though still rational) attachment to my country. I remain obsessed with these grand, overarching goals. I put a lot of effort into maintaining good relationships with people, but if things get too dangerous, I feel like I could just walk away from the group. I don’t know. It’s awful. 😑

I know this is such a comically common ENTP (and Ne dom in general) issue, but it’s like there’s a missing piece in my creative process. I really WANT to make a larger novel or comic. I know I could write a cool ass story and have so much to say in a longer format, but it feels nearly impossible. I can write short stories, create 4 panel comics, etc. I know I’m objectively good at drawing and also have good writing skills. I also have an endless stream of ideas. My notes app is filled with ideas for characters, worlds, story intro, dynamics, etc. but the second I think “okay I’m going to make this into a larger project and commit to it” the idea just dies somewhere in the process.

It’s like my art is on a timer and if I don’t finish something in a day or two, or it’s just super low pressure (like how I play 5-30 mins of guitar everyday but I don’t force myself to do it), then it just won’t happen.

Like looking at a table filled with all these cool puzzle pieces that came from my mind but I have to put them all together with only my tongue. Making all the individual pieces is so fun and easy for me but tapping into that Si and committing to something cohesive is impossible.

Any practical advice??

does anyone have tips on making a long distance relationship work of two people with this personality type above^? Me being the F and there is a 4 year age gap if that matters, and we are both the eldest son/daughter. if you have any other questions to be able to better advise me, feel free to ask!

My bathrooms are so deadly for me in the winter. The tile floors radiate a subtle cold, enough that you can detect it's there from the get-go, but it seems innocent. Invariably if I bring any sort of reading in with me, I'll be flopping out, having lost all circulation in my lower limbs.

The solution is obviously not to bring any reading with me but why should throne time interrupt whatever I was just on about?

So here's me, flopping out for the 7th time this winter and winter hasn't started yet.

Ah fuck, and I burned my water again...

https://youtu.be/bIeP0iR1BGo?is=obbGmEvBEi4EXVlZ

Pachelbel's cannon in D.