What kind of person are you? Do you lean towards being introspective and introverted? Or are you outgoing and energetic, motivated by contact with other people and new activities? Personality tests can be a fun thing to do (when you probably should be doing something else but need five minutes distraction) and are often quite insightful. They can help you to understand yourself a bit better and even point you in the right direction in regards to careers and life goals. Or, from another viewpoint, they are a load of codswallop and have no real merit. But sometimes it’s nice to have something vaguely scientific explaining the way you feel, act, and interact with others. Even if you have to accept some unwanted truths about yourself.
Either way, they can be enjoyable to do. Unless you get a result that tells you you’re a psychopath or something. That’s probably not ideal. You probably just answered a question incorrectly. Don’t worry about it.
I have done the Myers-Briggs Personality Test a few times over the years and always get the same result. I am an INFJ (The Advocate), which means I am (apparently) “typically compassionate, idealistic as well as imaginative and visionary. They are also sensitive and reserved” but also prone to stress, exhaustion and over-zealousness. I am also “quiet and mystical”. Ha ha. Why don’t they just say I’m weird and be done with it?
INFJs also tend to “internalise conflict into their bodies and experience health problems when stressed”. Yep – that’s me alright. Spot on.
I share my weird personality traits with the likes of Nelson Mandela, Alanis Morisette, Carrie Fisher, Martin Luther King and Mother Teresa, so I am not in bad company. Fairly sure they have some other secret superpower though. Like, I dunno, awesomeness, talent and courage in the face of adversity. I still need to learn those things so it might be a while before anyone names me a saint or screen-prints my face onto a t-shirt. I can wait.
You can take take a version of the test HERE
I was going to skip this step in the blogging challenge, because I had already done several “Random Facts” posts about myself and I was running out of random… But then I thought “Who am I kidding? I am completely random!” so I shouldn’t really have any issues with finding things about myself to write about. Maybe. Or I could be in for a really difficult and dull time. And you’re along for the ride, poor things. Nevertheless, here goes :
Twenty Facts About Me
- I don’t like stinky cheeses. Except for Gorgonzola. It is a different, refined kind of stinky.
- I have terrible balance. I can’t walk in a straight line. If I ever get pulled over by the police and asked to do that straight-line-walking thing, they will immediately arrest me for being inebriated.
- I am a librarian but I don’t want to be.
- I don’t get the whole Brad Pitt thing. I’m sure he’s a very nice man but I don’t know what all the fuss is about. I’m sure he wouldn’t think I was all that and a bag of chips either. Which is fair enough.
- There are two TV shows I can watch over and over again and never get bored with – Seinfeld and MASH.
- I have a ridiculously large collection of scarves. The only good thing about Winter is scarves.
- I can’t make decisions.
- People think I am very stoic, calm and sensible. I am, in reality, the complete opposite. Overly emotional, ridiculously anxiety-prone and pretty darn good at catastrophising.
- I am a sleep-walker. Not as much these days but, when I was younger, I would wake up in weird places.
- I really don’t like mole rats. They are the one creature I just can’t get behind. I’m sure they’re great, and I wouldn’t want them to be extinct or anything, but I find them creepy and gross. They’re like little hairless nightmares.
- I have Gilbert’s Syndrome. This produces elevated levels of unconjugated bilirubin in my bloodstream. It doesn’t have any serious affects. It does, however, make me turn yellow if I am particularly stressed or unwell or fasting. One of my doctors found out by accident that I had it – he was blood testing for all sorts of things and this turned up.
- I can’t stand it when people walk without lifting their feet. That whole dragging your feet thing – ugh! Pick your feet up, Schleppy!
- When I was six, I fell in the playground and sliced my face open on some wood. I needed stitches and still have the scar. I remember walking back to class with blood pouring down my face, and sitting in the car on the way to the hospital with my brother cuddling me but not looking at me because he can’t stand blood.
- I used to be in an Academic Extension Program in primary school. They thought I was smart. I wasn’t. I did get awarded Dux of the school when I graduated, but I think there was some sort of error. But I’m not giving it back now.
- I didn’t learn to ride a bike until I was 12. I learnt to fall off one (repeatedly) shortly after that.
- I can’t wear high heels. Just can’t. Don’t ask me to.
- I’m a little bit allergic to wool.
- I’m very allergic to the Kardashians. They bring me out in hives.
- I am always cold.
- Tea is my favourite thing to drink. There is no time that is not appropriate for tea, as far as I am concerned. It is a salve to all that ails me. Also, cookies generally accompany tea, and that’s never a bad thing.
So that’s it. I struggled a bit there…there’s not really many things to tell about me. I’d like to say I have been sky-diving or that I graduated from some prestigious University or that I am curing cancer but, mostly, I am pretty dull. But that’s that challenge over and done with now! Onwards and upwards!
Have a great day everyone 🙂
“…Be different. Be original. Nobody will remember a specific flower in a garden filled with thousands of the same yellow flower, but they will remember the one that managed to change its colour to purple…”
— Suzy Kassem : Rise Up and Salute the Sun : The Writings of Suzy Kassem
“We only become what we are by the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us.”
— Jean Paul Sartre
My little mint plant is flowering. You’re not really “supposed” to let them get to flowering stage, but look at how pretty it is! Maybe if we all did what we were born to do, instead of trying to do what we’re “supposed” to do, we’d all be a lot happier and not miss out on what makes us truly blossom.
Or something like that. I don’t know…
Now if I could just work out what I should be doing, I’d be blossoming all over the place. Which sounds slightly messy and unhygienic but I’m sure it would be worth it in the end. I was going to say something about rooting too (as in the way a mint plant takes root wherever it can) but that sounded rude and could be taken out of context. If you’re Australian you will know what I am talking about.
Grow little mint plant, grow
(Yes, I am in a weird mood).