If you call me a weirdo, it’s a compliment. If Paul, Jessie, Eric, Sarah, Aimee, etc call me a weirdo, it’s a compliment. If my wife or children call me a weirdo, it’s a compliment (we're all weirdos, to be honest). But if an ESFJ calls me a weirdo, I know it's an insult. It happened quite a lot in my former workplace - not with the creatives, but with certain dullards from the admin/HR side of things. One individual in particular had a loathsome habit of walking into rooms and interrupting conversations I was having with other people to tell me said conversations were "boring" (if they were about anything interesting like cults, metaphysics, aliens, etc), or to tell me (as occured on one notorious occasion) my children were "weirdos" when she overheard the arse-end of an anecdote about them I was telling someone else. On that occasion, because she had insulted my children, I didn't ignore her (as I usually did). I'll leave you to imagine how I responded. :)

Anyway, regarding the ESFJ parent thing, once again, I quote Ash from Alien (this particular quote comes in very handy): "I can't lie to you about your chances, but you have my sympathies." ;)

I'm sure your mother is lovely, by the way. I'm reliably informed healthy ESFJs do exist, but I've yet to encounter one. Generally I give them a wide berth (unlike them, I don't feel the need for everyone to be like me, and am happy to leave them to their own devices). Thinking about it, the only healthy ESFJ I've ever encountered was in fiction - Molly Weasley in Harry Potter.