One of my on-line friends is writing an article about using the Myers-Briggs system as a way of analyzing our strengths and weaknesses as authors.
Briefly, you’re asked to assess yourself in four areas: relating to others, information taking, decision making, and life order. You do this by reading a series of descriptions under each heading and figuring out on which side you fall. In the end, you wind up with a four-letter code which leads you to your analysis.
Having a little time on my hands this morning, I decided to play along. Turns out I’m an ESFP which, in itself, probably doesn’t startle (or interest) anyone. Each combination of letters has its own moniker; mine is “The Joker.” Um, huh?? The Joker? Couldn’t I have been “The Visionary?” Or, even “The Wizard?” I guess I should be happy I wasn’t “The Helper”—how boring is that?
Anyway, scrolling, scrolling, scrolling, past all the mundane stuff it said about me, something eerie suddenly stood out…and I quote:
"There is an affinity of the INTJ "scientist" for the ESFP exciting entertainer. This type of mating, however, is so infrequent as to be a mere academic interest (the INTJ is a mere 1 percent of the population and, furthermore, rarely comes in contact with ESFP). "
Whaaa??? Huh???? So, not only is the pool of men I’m attracted to infinitesimal, I’m not likely to ever bump into one of its members? How could God be this cruel??
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We state employees get to take Briggs and Stratten test about every five years. I'm an ENFP. Means I'm soft and squishy, which kind of describes my extarnal too.
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