All I have to say today: Mandalay. Thanks to Isabel for introducing me to the fabulosity that is spring roll salad and eggplant and squash fritters.
Realization: I suddenly love to drive. Hated it for a long time, but now, it’s in my blood. I’m still directionally illiterate, but with Isabel as my navigator all day yesterday, we lived and we got to our myriad destinations in one piece. It’s like a game, driving in D.C. — if you get fewer than three scratches or one dent in any single odyssey, you win! If you only have 17 assholes cut you off and you only cut off 10 people, you’re in the bonus round! Blow through more than five red lights (without getting ticketed, natch), and you are a champion!
In any event, Isabel is an awesome backseat driver, swearing at everyone just as much as I do and applauding my car’s excellent turning radius, because we did a number of brilliantly executed U-Turns. 😉 Good times!
We went to an awesome workshop on Myers-Briggs Personality Typing. I was always an ENTP, but for giggles, I tested again and found that I am now an ENFP (extrovert, intuitive, feeling, perceiving). The facilitator was also the same type as me, and I got some really great insights into how my personality relates to (and offends) the rest of the world. And apparently my best love match is the INTJ. Anybody out there fit the bill? I’m looking! 😉 In any event, I’m a harmonizer, truth-teller and no-holds-barred bullshit detector who needs honesty or won’t invest in a relationship on any level.
Anyway, the free version of the test is online here, and you can assess your results at Personality Page. Our group was most interested in the indexes in relation to working better with colleagues and finding good employment fits.
One thing that was scary, though, was that my type — particularly the NF — is the most-often represented group among the homeless (a rank I am trying desperately to avoid joining). We are scattered and love to scurry to the beat of our own internal drummers. We don’t want to stay anywhere too long, and our hell is being stuck somewhere. (!) Yeah, that’s me in a nutshell, and that explains why I’ve been applying for work in New York City. 😉
Anyway, I know nobody reads this on the weekends, so I can be nice and verbose because nobody’s reading anyway. But seriously, the facilitator made an interesting point that he won’t go out on a date without knowing somebody’s personality type. And if the prospective date doesn’t know A) WTF this is about or B) what their type is, then they just aren’t a good match off the bat. I love that. This whole self-science field is just fascinating.
In any event, we topped off a full day with a fabulous board game party in Silver Spring, full of familiar faces. It was nice to get out of the house and, in essence, escaping the prison of myself. I am truly hoping that I can speak things into existence — if I were really as happy as everyone says I look and sound, wouldn’t that be divine? In any event, the resounding factor is that people notice that I just don’t bitch anymore. What has happened to me?!!? LOL. Well, I guess that really is one personality trait I can live without. 😉
On iTunes: Pilot, “Oh Oh It’s Magic”