Sian

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I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff-box from an emperor. ~Lord Byron

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

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Name: Sian
I paint, write, and dance. Also cook vegetarian food.

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Tuesday, 17 May 2005

Today, in the coffee shop, I turned to my roommate (Roommate #1) and said something about being an INTP Myers Briggs. She nodded, and said, "so, that explains it." We're one of those friendships that just clicks--offbeat sense of humor, and all. (We had just gotten done shopping for vomit-flavored jellybeans for her boyfriend). In any event, the fact that we are a rare personality type came up, which of course mandates research on the exact percentage of the population... and then tangents off from there. So, I get to what personality types are appropriate mates (poor Anita already being more or less doomed.) First we have the ESFJ personality... I read as far as "Guardians of birthdays, holidays and celebrations,Guardians of birthdays, holidays and celebrations," and thought "Oh, good lord, I'm supposed to be married to a scrapbooker. Just kill me, now." So I moved on to ENFJ, who are a lot more palatable. Managed to get through the first sentence there without actually vowing lifelong celibacy. They tend to be charismatic and nurturing with only a few minor delusions of grandiose, so I may be able to live with one. If I had one, he might even be able to keep me from going off on tangents... might be able to keep my academic foci broad enough that I can discuss them with more than 3 other people on the planet. Moving right along, we get to how to get along with an INTP, which--although it seems improbable--it appears that roommate #3 used as a checklist of things NOT to do. Short story short, on multiple occasions, she has stacked my books. YES, It really is that bad.

So, now I'm deeply engrossed in very INTP behavior, and no, this Blog is no exception, having been taken up when I noticed that I had logged significantly fewer than average hours in interactions with members of my own species. I have the stereo in the livingroom at maximum volume (playing Italian Baroque, by the way) while I am typing this several rooms away. When I am finished, I will likely go directly back out on my tangent for the day.