Is there an MBTI personality that is more or less likely to handle stress?

I have never popped an axiety pill and regularly asked about my secret for being so calm. One of the very first phrases I learned after immigration was “Calm as fucking Cucumber”. Said by manager of a security company that hired me and fired me the next week. I just watched the construction crew steal the entire inventory of a newly renovated Home Depot store. What do you expect a college kid do, a mathematic degree to be precise. I can recall numerous incidents where the agent who supposed to stress me, lost it himself. I had a police officer gone nuts and reported to court after finding out that I was in fact the only person sober in a drunk party van. Took three breath tests and multiple back ups. What are the odds really. When the The Big Lebowski became popular, I received one copy after another as a gift. You will love it they said. There is a character that reminds me of you. My mother always said it is your dad’s family, it is in the gene, they don’t give a fuck. My dad once said, I know I am something but you are something else kid. I think we missed a flight and I was like, what’s the big deal. Many teachers lost it, at least one in every quarter. My sister lately visited a fancy therapist and apparently I played a silent role in her panic attacks. I remember once we were stuck in traffic and she just pulled down the passenger window and screamed for minutes. We had zero exchange or arguments. It was just my overall chill vibe as she lost one minute after the other for the audition. I can feel what they feel when visiting my aunt. The only way I can describe it is the scene in titanic where one plays violin in the middle of mayhem. The good intent is there but somebody please drawn that mother fucker first. I think it is the indifference that is bothersome. Of course I get it and do it intentionally. It’s the best joke in the moment. A musician friend once shared a fun fact that silence is also music. She continued that great musicians know when to use silence in their composition. We had this conversation because in a classic piano concert I suspected that the guy had stroke or something. He stopped playing and I had to look around my musician friends to fact check. Is this normal or did I just witness a nerd death on stage to joke about for the rest of my life. So if you ask me, I think being stressed correlates with sense of humor. In my observation the most stressed and anxious people are the least funny ones. Too rigid and take it too seriously. Entitled. As if your ass should never miss a connecting flight. What about you ass exactly?. You see my point. If I choose to use my NeTi to debate people in such stressful scenarios, somebody is gonna get hurt. So I switch to my demon Se to just bring out the invisible elephant in the room without making a single word. Subtle art of being an ENTP. I myself am too stressed in presence of STJ types. They just come at you with their Te hero and parent and you can’t argue against their Si with your Ne. They hit you in your past which is fixed and visible to everyone present. You can’t deny the shit you did the last thanksgiving. You can’t deny the facts and how the world works. You ve got interesting way of thinking and are creative but you gotta get your shit together. An exchange like that usually stresses me over for days and I carry the Si scars for years. Fe dominant types annoy me but do not stress me. I find them fake and fancy their funerals. Like we get that you are a successful doctor and want to show up in casual parties with your scrubs, but docs die too. This is not halloween, wear a T-shirt dude. The stupid picture frames, trophies, the whole decorated external values. I want to walk to homes with plain walls, painted in a tasteful and creative color palette, no furnitures, just enough props so we can stage a fun interaction. Why do I need to meet your entire heritage and history, and taste every imported spice, comment on fridge souvenirs, retarted grandchild videos, lame poems your grandpa wrote which are framed and hanged in the room I must sleep in. Feeling the presence of a dead guardian grandpa is something, the wasted talent is way more unbearable. Am I fucking the wrong girl. Isn’t she after all as lame as the grand genes. Tell me about your grandma, did she also write poems?