Mush Mind
Believe it or not, this will be my third attempt at writing a post tonight. I've been interrupted several times by the phone and even a brief visitor. I mean, I actually started two completely separate posts before this one.
The jist of what I wrote in them:
Didn't sleep last night.
Instead, wrote letters in my head all night.
Also, thought about sex, and how it's usually a bad idea.
For me, personally.
Why that is. Well, there are many reasons.
Also that I have been reading anew about my Myers-Briggs type, INFP.
If you don't know your type, there are some very reliable free tests out there on the internet. I took a "real" paper copy version of the test years ago, but every version I've ever taken more recently online gives me the same type result. This is why I think they are reliable, even though some of them seem a little shorter.
I strongly suggest to anyone finding one (or several) and taking it (or them) - you can really gain lots of insight about what makes you tick. Once you know your type, you can just Google it, "INFP" and lots of different analyses will come up. For the most part, mine are dead-on in describing the key aspects of my personality. If you have ever felt like a freak, taking this test will make you feel like less of a freak. I'm serious.
It's also commonly referred to as the Jungian type test, since Carl Jung was really the first to categorize these "types." There are a total of 16 types, I think, some are rarer than others. It's just interesting, is all I'm saying, and fun, too.
On a totally different subject, today at work I had to transport a client to pick up her new adopted cat at the Humane Society. OMG the kitties. They were in the front. I could hear dogs barking in the back, but I thought I might literally start crying if I went to see them. Hearing them bark was difficult enough. Every single one of the kitties were soooooo friendly and purring, black & white, brown tabby, gray & white, orange(!) tabby. Oh the orange kitties.
My client was bringing home a big ol' black & white that she named "Sarah." She was so excited, so happy. That almost made me cry, too. Shit, it's having the same effect as I write this.
My mind really is turning to mush right now, as I sit trying to accept that I have to be a part of this world. The cruel beauty of keeping on.
The jist of what I wrote in them:
Didn't sleep last night.
Instead, wrote letters in my head all night.
Also, thought about sex, and how it's usually a bad idea.
For me, personally.
Why that is. Well, there are many reasons.
Also that I have been reading anew about my Myers-Briggs type, INFP.
If you don't know your type, there are some very reliable free tests out there on the internet. I took a "real" paper copy version of the test years ago, but every version I've ever taken more recently online gives me the same type result. This is why I think they are reliable, even though some of them seem a little shorter.
I strongly suggest to anyone finding one (or several) and taking it (or them) - you can really gain lots of insight about what makes you tick. Once you know your type, you can just Google it, "INFP" and lots of different analyses will come up. For the most part, mine are dead-on in describing the key aspects of my personality. If you have ever felt like a freak, taking this test will make you feel like less of a freak. I'm serious.
It's also commonly referred to as the Jungian type test, since Carl Jung was really the first to categorize these "types." There are a total of 16 types, I think, some are rarer than others. It's just interesting, is all I'm saying, and fun, too.
On a totally different subject, today at work I had to transport a client to pick up her new adopted cat at the Humane Society. OMG the kitties. They were in the front. I could hear dogs barking in the back, but I thought I might literally start crying if I went to see them. Hearing them bark was difficult enough. Every single one of the kitties were soooooo friendly and purring, black & white, brown tabby, gray & white, orange(!) tabby. Oh the orange kitties.
My client was bringing home a big ol' black & white that she named "Sarah." She was so excited, so happy. That almost made me cry, too. Shit, it's having the same effect as I write this.
My mind really is turning to mush right now, as I sit trying to accept that I have to be a part of this world. The cruel beauty of keeping on.
posted by Black Egg at 9:52 PM
2 Comments:
interesting.... hmmm....
glad you thought so...
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