You sure you guys aren’t INFJs? The idea of a lonely ENTJ is ridiculous in my mind. With ESTPs, they’re supposed to be the most “popular/cool” type. If you guys are just too bossy and alienate people that way, that doesn’t really count, because it’s an easy thing to fix. Just close your mouth.
The following I found somewhere, maybe on this site but it does a very good job explaining why ENTJ’s do not fit in at times socially.
Since F is last we many times hurt peoples feeling or offend them unintentionally.
Closing the mouth is “a” temporary solution but it does nothing to help an “E” fit in
I about died laughing at this one
I’m not socially alienated in the global sense of alienation being a
character trait. Interaction always has the potential for fun.
But I can be alienated, given the right circumstances. For instance, if I go
to a party, sometimes it may have a lot of duds. People talking about pop
music stars, celebrity gossip, athletics, weather events, video games,
sitcoms, sales at retail stores, traffic, how is work going (there is a
reason it is called work instead of “happy playtime”) – all nauseating
things I know very little about, and am not curious to learn more. At that
point I head for the food and beverages.
I do like talking about technology, politics, random events that disrupt our
routines, strange stories, weird random people causing trouble and mischief,
philosophy, hypotheticals-- (my ENTP sister is always asking people: how
much could someone pay you to do x?, which can fill hours of time, believe
it or not), plans for the future-- are people reading any interesting books,
any vacation plans; counterfactuals-- how would history have turned out, if
this event happened instead of this event; what is the most embarrassing
thing you did in college, is Darth Vader beautiful, what is your most
favorite group of conspiracy theory mutants – conservation could be so much
But nope. Sometimes I get disappointed and hear, “Wow, it really is cold
outside.” (No shit, it is winter in Chicago.) “Did you hear that Britney
Murphy died?” (Who is that and why do I care?) “I bought so-and-so a gift
from Target, and got a really good deal.” (Kill me now. Where is the damn
alcohol?) Then I’ll remark how my 1995 Mitsubishi Mirage is banged up
because it transforms and fights Decepticons when I’m not looking, and get a
bunch of blank, confused looks. But my car is not at fault, because
concerning any moral action, we must ask ourselves: what would Optimus Prime
If you can comprehend why this thing is funny as hell then you are on the verge of understaning
The troubel of ENTJ’s fitting in socially at times