I'm just sayin'.
And now back to me, me, me.
So, aside from alien abductions, I was asked to take a few tests at my newly acquired place of employment. Because I just can't seem to refrain my impulses as well as being one that practices the vein of embarrassing the hell out of myself by not minding the shame, I've decided to share the test results with my seven readers.
My Personality Type is: INFJ
Apparently, the basis of these answers say quite a bit about the individual - likes, dislikes, career choices, compatibility with others, etc., etc., etc. In giving you a bit more detail, here is what you can expect of moi:
I = Introversion
N = Intuition
F = Feeling
J = Judging
And, I quote, "INFJ: "Author". Strong drive and enjoyment to help others. Complex personality. 1% of the total population. Serious students/workers who really want to contribute. The are private and easily hurt. The make good spouses, but tend to be physically reserved. People often think they are psychic. They make good therapists, general practitioners, ministers and so on. . . "
The husband was sure to point out "complex personality." I don't believe that's good. Is it? How soon he forgets that I am an Amazonian perfect Princess. . . pffft. Anyhow, he was also sure to mention, "physically reserved?" more so in question, because with him let's just say I am not-so-much if you catch my drift. M'kay?
Ahem. . . . moving on. . . I also started to think "1% of the total population of people are INFJ's. . . .and are considered psychic. . . ." Fabulous. I am a freak of nature in every aspect of my personality.
That's just lovely.
There are all sorts of additional and deeper explanations of what my MBTI [Myers-Briggs Type Indicator] actually means. But I don't need to verify that I am an abnormal aberration.
Let's just move on to test #2, shall we?
What are my strengths?
After a 30 to 40-minute test, here is what has been determined as my top five brawniness':
To boil it down, I look for areas of agreement. I do not see much to be gained from conflict and/or friction, so I seek to hold it at a minimum. I know when people around me have different views and I try for common ground. Harmony is my guiding value. I do not understand why so much time is wasted by people trying to impose their views on others. I think we would all be more productive if we kept our opinions in check and instead looked for consensus and support - I live by this belief. I hold my peace when others are sounding off about their goals, claims and fervently held opinions. I steer clear of debate. (This; however, goes away with 6 bottles of wine, trust me on this) In my view we are all in the same boat and we need this boat to get where we are going. It is a good boat. No need to rock it just to show that you can.
I see loads of potential in others. Very often, this is all I see, because to me, no individual is fully formed. We all are a work in progress. When I interact with others, my goal is to help them experience success, but I also challenge them. Over time, individuals will seek me for help and encouragement. This is both genuine and fulfilling to me.
I can sense the emotions of those around me. I feel what they are feeling as if these feelings are my very own. I can see the world through their eyes and share their perspective. I do not necessarily agree with each person's perspective and I don't necessarily feel pity for each person's predicament. That's sympathy - not empathy. Duh! I do not condone the choices each person makes, but I do understand. Apparently, this is powerful. Don't ask me how; I do not know.
I like to describe, to host, to speak in public (I'm sorry, what?!) and to write. Ideas are a dry beginning. Events are static and I feel the need to bring them to life, to energize, make them exciting and vivid. So, I turn events into stories and practice telling them. Over and over and over and over. Okay, maybe not over and over the last time, but I do like making them more alive.
I am inquisitive. I collect things. This collection may consist of information, words, facts, books and quotations or even tangible things (um. . . no. As that would mean I have to dust them). I collect because they interest me. I find most everything interesting. The world is exciting precisely because of its infinite variety and complexity. Apparently, my collection is huge.
Finally, you ask, "what does this all mean?" And I say, "I don't have a flippin' clue." I mean, am I a psychopath, antisocial cereal killer? Why can't I just stay in my Amazonian world of those perfect pretty things such as flowers, puppies, couture hand bags, butterflies, the husband, stiletto shoes, kittens, sugar and a little devilish spice here and there? Why?
. . . . Dammit. I'm going to bed.