Personally, I don’t think ENTPs exist.
No, what is more likely is that they are beamed down from above and what we are seeing is some kind of sophisticated hologram of a person. They resemble people in all their aspects; talking, motioning, notioning, walking, breathing, eating, and talking, talking, talking.
God, do ENTPs ever shut up? These buggers can talk for ever and ever and ever without the slightest clue that you might actually want to get up, walk away, go to a quiet place by yourself, and having a fucking aneurysm.
That is, unless they have developed their lovely auxiliary introverted thinking. This is what I call the ENTP’s Gemini function. This slows them down a bit and forces them to rail themselves in on a logic train. It kind of puts them in a halter of sorts, which, they are in any event, happy to chug away in. Doesn’t stop them too much but have you seen those ENTPs that are locked into their dominant extraverted intuition with tertiary extraverted feeling? O, god, they just go on and on and on; effusively, imaginatively, obtusely, excitedly, in manic hyperbole mode.
I’ve seen many ENTPs like this and they make some of the greatest standup comedians because of their huge field of insight combined with their huge field of expression. They contort, wriggle, wax indignant, wax ecstatic and wax on down to the town of clowns. Huge hilarity. And a complete obliviousness to everything around them.
It was like ENTP was made before objects existed. And like I said I don’t think ENTPs exist. They are light beams taken material form.
But, the primary gift they have is the ability to question things as if no one had ever had a thought or opinion about those very things before. ENTPs have the gift of logic and they use it to question the primary and assumed grounds of everything.
What I mean is just because something is accepted as common knowledge by well, everyone in the entire fucking world, that somehow doesn’t mean a damn thing to an ENTP. This is the opposite of say how an average SJ type operates, those authority and institution seeking sensation-judging types who only accept something as real or true because the church, god, science, or some authority said it is so and they have said that it is so for a very long time. That is what truth is to an xSxJ type, that some big group of people that have power in society have said something for a very long time.
Well, that doesn’t mean diddly-dick to an ENTP. An ENTP might have just might as well arrived fresh off a banana boat from Timbuktu and know nothing at all. They have a particular gift for being impervious to conditioning. This attitude even extends all the way back to their beloved mother (god help her). Nope, ENTPs don’t have that natural bond to anyone based on sheer blood ties, even the deepest ones. They would just prefer it if she shut the fuck up and got them another glass of milk, thank you very much. Well, maybe not the girl ENTPs. I mean, they are girls, and girls are nice, sugar and spice, temperament types aside.
And you know what all this comes down to?
It comes down to things. I mean go read any Dr. Seuss Book. A child could understand it. What is he talking about? He is talking about the world of things. There are fish. Some are red and some are blue and some don’t have a clue as to what to do. Some are fat. Some are thin. Some are full of sin. And some like to wear big yellow hats. What’s the fucking difference? Its things baby. In different combinations. As many different combinations as you care to put them in. Well, that is Gemini. That is the playground of the ENTP.
And what do all these things amount to?
Words, that’s what. Well, yeah, there are names for all of them. So, we can dispense with the actual things referred to and have ourselves a fucking field day. Because in reality, most fish don’t wear yellow hats. But, in a book they can. And one can draw a picture of a fish with a yellow hat.
There! Fish with yellow hats exist. In imagination to be sure. But, that counts, because they could exist because I can conceive of a thing called “fish” and I can also conceive of a thing called “hat”. And yellow things, I can conceive of those too. In fact, I have seen all of them before in some way in reality. And so we are being introduced to a little thing called extraverted intuition. There are the things that do exist in physical space and the things that could exist in the same physical space. The latter is extraverted intuition. ENTPs could care less about what currently exists. That’s boring. As a matter of fact if something does exist in physical space, then, to an ENTPs contrarian nature, it might as well not exist. How dare things have the temerity to exist? How obvious. How trite.
This is the sense you get when you are reading a Dr. Seuss book. “Why are they this way and not another? I don’t know go ask your mother.” Like, who cares? You’ll never find out this way anyway. It is like accepting at the outset that words are just playthings that don’t really have any hope of getting at primal realities of things. So, let’s use them like whores and for fun. And who knows, on the way, maybe they’ll indicate some kind of truth too, some kind of truth about the way people use language (and the way they are structured in some way) and all the silly things they think they are doing with it. That’s what I see in ENTPs, this kind of total acceptance and ironic detachment at the outset. And from there they kind of move into the beauty of language as a surface or esthetic phenomenon.
That is their Gemini thing. They don’t orient their egos by it (dominant function), so they have a field day with it. “Ready, here come all the things” It’s fun and celebratory. Dr. Seuss.
This thing is like that, this one has a yellow hat. That type of total irreverence and mockery of any deep meanings. And the rather indifferent recombination of things into new arrangements. It doesn’t matter that this one has a yellow hat. It was just used for effect in that moment. And that is the extraverted feeling tertiary function too. It’s in effect saying, “Look at how silly and unserious it all is, a profusion of multivariate things in different arrangements. How fun.” The colors, the adjectives, the nouns with the adjective, the opposites (this one is fat, this one is thin, this one is sad, this one is bad. Why are they sad, and glad, and bad? I don’t know, go ask your dad) ENTPs don’t care why it is so. They more just amp it up, celebrate it with the primacy of a child, chuckle at it, make fun of it, amuse themselves and others with it. Who cares?
Dr. Seuss also has no morals in the stories. ENTPs don’t care about morals. They care about fun with words that indicate things and don’t even care about the things those words denote themselves (the true reality they are referring to in a concrete sense). No, it is much easier to juggle two two-ton elephants on a telephone wires in language than in reality.
See how ENTPs get away with stuff? Dr. Seuss books are some of the most popular children’s books and they got away with regarding parents as superfluous objects of an obscene nature.
Dr. Seuss shows an innate irreverence towards parents. Hop on pop. Go ask your mother. Do you think your mother will mind if we bring this beastly creature into the basement? Who cares? Mom is so lame anyway. No fun.
ENTPs just want fun. They have fun in the realm of truth. It is like they totally make fun of the whole realm of reality. They treat it like a thing that they are totally exempt from.
You know what the morals of Dr. Seuss books are? Have fun. Try new things even if you think you wouldn’t like it based on your common sense. And try it in new combinations. With a fox, in a box, in a house, on a train, what are you, vain. And don’t linger too long. Don’t get caught up on this or that thing. New things are on their way. New combinations. Maybe one of them will suit you. How would you know? Have you tried it?
Socrates was like that. “O, so you think you know? Well, what about this? Do you know that? Well, what about the this of that, do you know about that?” And it is all in a non-know-it-all, non-condescending spirit. They are just kind of playfully jesting about as if to say, “I don’t know, maybe it is so, let’s poke around a little bit to see if that holds any water.” ENTPs are relatively non-emotionally invested in whether anything is true or not. They just kind of play around in the realm of truth. They aren’t that attached to any particular outcome and in some ways are the most unbiased and purely objective type possible. And it is because they don’t care what the truth is, whether it is this way or that, yet they have an extraordinary ability to find truth without even trying. As a natural mode, they just question the primal grounds upon which accepted truths are based on. For fun. Not in a spirit of having to prove that their model is better than anyone else’s. If it is, it is. They don’t have a personal attachment to being right. It is more of an impersonal playing about with objects, truths, words, models, human foibles and errors.
ENTPs are rather like the universe in a sense. There is something wholly non-personal, non-subjective about them. As if they were the universe and all they had to do was look inside themselves for the truth of things and objects. And it is like they live in that universe and so have no investment in the world and because of this can treat it with utter detachment and play.
Yes, there is something about the concept of things. And the stand-in for those things in the form of words. They are like jugglers and clowns with words and things. ENTPs are empty space itself. And anything that happens to inhabit that virgin space is up for grabs in some way. It’s like, “O, you want to exist, well, okay, let’s put you over here and we’ll put this over there, and this one has a yellow hat, and the other has a yellow bat. OK, cool. Hey, objects are fun. Let’s try this now…” And so on.
ENTPs are at play with the whole world of things. Man created or otherwise. And it is possible that all objects are man-created conceptual entities anyway. And that empty space is the only truly objective thing possible.
And, as ENTP author Douglas Adams says in Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy:
“Space is big, really big, you just won’t believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big space is. I mean, you may think it is a long way down the road to the chemist’s, but that’s just peanuts compared to space.”
And that is where the ENTP irreverence comes from. Shit, space is mostly empty for interstellar mile after interstellar mile. What do they care if you populate it with a few silly things here and there? It is still their universe and ENTPs, being the innately generous souls that they are, don’t want to be some sort of pigs of space.
Well, maybe they do. But, in any event they are laissez-faire pigs of space, which means that while they may have dibs by birth rite to all the space in existence, they don’t mind how that space gets populated by things, words, people, or fish in yellow hats. I’d say that’s a pretty fair deal, wouldn’t you?