Tell Me What You Think

No, really. How accurate is this? Out of the 2.5 people who read this blog at all. My brain must know. Now.

ISFP - "Artist". Interested in the fine arts. Expression primarily through action or art form. The senses are keener than in other types. 8.8% of total population.

Free Jung Personality Test (similar to Myers-Briggs/MBTI)

ISFP
disorganized, timid, prone to discouragement, socially uncomfortable, does not like leadership, suggestible, not self confident, not aggressive, lower energy, fearful, anxious, easily distracted, prone to discontentment, guarded, not confrontational, prone to longing for a stabilizing relationship, can be overwhelmed by unpleasant feelings, easily disturbed, fears drawing attention to self, prone to confusion, private, second guesses self, prone to quitting, underachiever, fears rejection in relationships, emotionally moody, prone to sadness, dislikes change, indecisive, modest, doubting, prone to laziness

favored careers:
sports management, pediatrician, school teacher, carpenter, veterinary technician, singer, health educator, stay at home parent, hospitality worker, pastor, athlete, physician assistant, photographer, health care worker, shop assistant, stylist, website designer

disfavored careers:
professor, marketing, academic, criminal psychologist, politician, comic book artist, actor, psychoanalyst, dj, judge, entrepreneur, attorney

At first, I was pretty certain that they got the "dislikes leadership" part wrong, because I love to be in charge. But then I started to think about it. Do I really? Really? Because, that means work. That means being responsible. Taking the blame if something goes wrong. Then I realized, I don't actually want to be in charge if the person in charge is competent and doing a good job. I just like to be in control. I hate not being able to say no to someone "over me" that I think sucks at their job. I think that's why I love my job so much. 3 days out of the week, I am in control of myself and my work space 98% of the time. I don't like it when the manager comes back and tells me to do something unexpected (okay, expected too), and I hate when more deliveries come, but that's something I deal with. Because as soon as those people leave my freight room, I'M in charge of figuring out the best way of getting it finished. YAY!

Anyway, let me know if you agree. Because if it's true, I think I have a lot of work to do. Except apparently I'm prone to laziness. So maybe I won't. I have an excuse now, you know. Science and all that.

A Politician? Really?

You Are 44% Good

You are a fairly good person. You strive to live a moral life whenever possible. You are usually kind, generous, and loyal. However, you do have a dark side that even you may not see. When it comes down to ethical decisions, you tend to take the path of least resistance. So you may end up lying, cheating, or engaging in other bad behavior... because it's just easier to do so. You are also probably: Conflicted and confused about the current course of your life Right now you are on track to being: A slightly crooked politician To be a better person: Break one bad habit - whether it's telling white lies or spending too much money.

How Good Are You?

Blogthings: We Have a Quiz for Almost Everything

Don't Get So Upset

While I don't have a scholarly source for this, it is something to think about. I've never liked the big deal people made about the X replacing Christ in Christmas. But then, I hate Christmas, and the rest of the holidays. Anyway, I found the quote on the number 1 listing on this page.


"Many well-meaning Christians are upset by Xmas, rather than Christmas, on Christmas cards and greetings. They see the X as a way to “take Christ out of Christmas.” Actually, the opposite is true. X is the Greek letter Chi, the first letter of the word Christ. It was used originally to prevent the disrespectful overuse of the Savior’s title in greetings and correspondence."

So there.

Dear Prudence

Warning: This post will sound a bit crazy. Well, crazier than usual, anyway.



You know how people will ask you sometimes, if you could have anything you could wish for, what would it be? Most people (okay, everyone except possibly the Prophet, and Jesus) would ask for money, or for something that could only be solved by having more money. I have to say, having more money would be very nice. Especially if it never ran out. Very nice. But if I was asked that today, right now, I wouldn't ask for that. Nope. Maybe tomorrow.

I would wish that I could be happy.
No, scratch that. I would wish that I could be joyful. To me, happiness is nice, but joy runs deep, and won't go away, once you have it.
I would wish that my confusion would go away. That I would stop questioning myself and my motives for anything and everything I do.
I would wish that I would wake up tomorrow and find myself.
I would wish to never have to question the love people have for me, to always believe that someone, somewhere, really does love me, and care about me, and take comfort in that.
I would wish that I didn't believe that I have dragged so many through my dirt.
I would wish that I had no dirt to drag people through.
I would wish to be able to look up, no matter where I am, and believe.
I would wish to be able to see.

About a month ago, I met a very nice girl, very late at night (that is significant, the time). She is so sweet, and so kind. She trusts so easily, at least, she trusted me, and my friend. She is so open and loving. So believing in the small things. She finds wonder in things like textures, and smells. And colors. She loves colors. She could get lost in colors. But she has been hurt so badly, and is very shy. She doesn't like to come outside, so seeing her was a small miracle.
I called her Prudence. The name just fits. Plus, if you know the song, it fits too. Because she's been hiding ever since.

And that is the biggest wish I have. To see her again. To know her, and learn from her. But I'm also afraid of her, because if I do see her again, and she stays, I will lose myself. See, she may trust me, but I don't trust her. I have been hurt far too many times to trust someone so simple. It's the simple ones that always hurt you the most. It's the simple ones that leave the deepest scars. It's the simple ones that have the most murderous plots and designs on your soul. And it's the simple trust that is so easily broken. But still, there is that voice, that desire, to see her again. Especially when I hear that song. But I just know she will burn me. I just know it.

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play?

Dear Prudence, open up your eyes
Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies
The wind is low, the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear Prudence won't you open up your eyes?

Look around round round
Look around round round
Oh look around

Dear Prudence, let me see you smile
Dear Prudence, like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence won't you let me see you smile?

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play?

I like to imagine that someone cares enough about her to sing that song to her, and mean it. And that she would believe it.

Robot Servents Make Me Happy

This makes me happy.

Now, who wants to buy me a Roomba?

Forget Sucking, It Teabags

What can I say? My life is an emotional rollercoaster. For years, I've been coasting by on my awesome good looks (you know I'm hot!), but now, things can't be fixed by that. My life is seriously crashing all around me, and I'm struggling to find the pieces so I can put them back together. And on top of this, our computer hard drive crashed, our dog has food allergies that are bad enough that we will probably have to get pretty expensive food for her, our newer car is the one that isn't working, our bills just keep getting higher, I have a final that I'm supposed to be studying for right now that I'm pretty certain I won't do well on, and my immediate manager at work sucks at his job -I could do a much better job- yet I have to listen to him. The Man is super stressed too. He hates his job, but can't find another one because he has no training in anything else, and I'm sure I'm not helping his stress level at all by constantly bitching about mine. And some very, very, very good friends will be leaving soon, and it makes me very, very, very sad. I know that this move will give them better opportunities than they have ever had to better their lives, but still. I want them close. I'm jealous that they get to keep each other. They're mine, damn it, you can't have them! *shaking of fists*

The Parents are, amazingly and thankfully, doing a fantastic job of keeping their noses out of this. For once, they aren't asking questions, and not getting mad if I don't tell them everything. They are respecting the distance that I set up with them. It's taking some getting used to. I'm very wary of this, and don't trust that it will last. But The In-Laws are moving here in a couple of years, which makes me very, very happy!

I can't wait for this crappy, crappy summer to be over. Even though that means fall and winter and cloudy skies and cold weather and I hate those things so very very much. Maybe I'll just hide under my bed with all the dog and cat hair until spring comes. Then, when I crawl out to finally shower the crust off, The Man will have a new job that will pay the bills AND make him happy, the cars will never break down again, and neither will our computer, and The Boss Man will tell me that I'm now the Freight Manager because The Crappy One fell off the face of the earth and no one can do the job quite like my amazing self. And maybe I'll actually have my mind put back together enough to actually believe it.

P.S. Expect some very depressing posts for a while. You have my permission to ignore them.