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Thursday, February 26, 2009
I'm an Analytical Philosopher
A friend of mine who is a life coach created this personality quiz (ignore the title - it's the name of her MeetUp group) and swears by its ability to determine what type of people you would be compatible with in friendships, dating and work relationships. It's based on several different personality type indicators (one of which is Myers-Briggs) that she has studied. I've taken it a couple of times, both with the same result (I'm the "Analytical Philosopher," which coincides with the INTP type in Myers-Briggs), and I've also purchased her in-depth results which give a description of each of the other types and their level of compatibility with mine. I'm curious to know, especially for those of you whom I know personally, which type are you? Post your results (including the description) in the comments. It will be interesting to see how compatible we are according to the report I bought!
The Analytical Philosopher
86% Energy from within
86% Big-picture focused
71% Decisions based on facts
71% Open-ended planner
This means your personality type is 'The Analytical Philosopher'. At heart, you are an abstract philosopher who uses logical patterns of events to build systems of theory-based information in an open-ended way. You are a natural critic and can point out important problems before a project starts. Socially, you are laid back, spontaneous, independent and are open to socializing with fun people. You tend to prefer a small group of close friends who know you well.
The Analytical Philosopher
86% Energy from within
86% Big-picture focused
71% Decisions based on facts
71% Open-ended planner
This means your personality type is 'The Analytical Philosopher'. At heart, you are an abstract philosopher who uses logical patterns of events to build systems of theory-based information in an open-ended way. You are a natural critic and can point out important problems before a project starts. Socially, you are laid back, spontaneous, independent and are open to socializing with fun people. You tend to prefer a small group of close friends who know you well.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Things That Piss Me Off
1. People who read this blog regularly and never comment. You know who you are, and I know where you are because I have an invisible embedded site tracker on this page. Ha!
2. People who tell me they're going to do something, by a certain time, and don't end up doing it. If you don't truly have the intention to follow through with something, then TELL ME YOU'RE NOT ABLE TO DO IT AT THIS TIME and I will understand. But DON'T effing lie to me! It's happened at least 3 times in the past week!
3. Men who act all full of themselves, with a false sense of self-confidence, but who turn out to be emotional wimps who run from their feelings and jerk others around in the process. Grow up and go to therapy already!
4. Upstairs neighbors who stomp around like elephants at all hours of the day and night - preventing me from getting more than 4 hours of sleep each of the past 2 nights - and beat their girlfriends (on Valentine's Day, no less). May it come back to you threefold, biotch! And it's gonna start with the blasting of my "Pissed Off" playlist at 6:00 AM this morning as I get ready for work!
5. Noisy eaters and gum poppers. Ask the woman sitting next to me on the train this morning just how much it annoys me. She got a taste of her own when I proceeded to out-snap, crackle & pop her every mandibular motion - right in her left ear. Heheheh.
That is all for now. But there's certainly more where that came from, as my 3 Morning Pages from today can attest!
2. People who tell me they're going to do something, by a certain time, and don't end up doing it. If you don't truly have the intention to follow through with something, then TELL ME YOU'RE NOT ABLE TO DO IT AT THIS TIME and I will understand. But DON'T effing lie to me! It's happened at least 3 times in the past week!
3. Men who act all full of themselves, with a false sense of self-confidence, but who turn out to be emotional wimps who run from their feelings and jerk others around in the process. Grow up and go to therapy already!
4. Upstairs neighbors who stomp around like elephants at all hours of the day and night - preventing me from getting more than 4 hours of sleep each of the past 2 nights - and beat their girlfriends (on Valentine's Day, no less). May it come back to you threefold, biotch! And it's gonna start with the blasting of my "Pissed Off" playlist at 6:00 AM this morning as I get ready for work!
5. Noisy eaters and gum poppers. Ask the woman sitting next to me on the train this morning just how much it annoys me. She got a taste of her own when I proceeded to out-snap, crackle & pop her every mandibular motion - right in her left ear. Heheheh.
That is all for now. But there's certainly more where that came from, as my 3 Morning Pages from today can attest!
Friday, January 23, 2009
She's Just Not That Into You!
Two text messages, four emails, and one phone call in the past 9 days. And I have ignored them all. If you were the guy making these attempts at contact, how many times would you need to be blown off before you finally realized I'm not interested in you?!
Such is my current dating dilemma. I have never been out with such a clueless guy in my life. The date from hell occurred last week. In a nutshell: he talked way too much - sometimes with his mouth full of food; interrupted me when I actually could get a word in; and drug out the date way too long after I announced I wasn't feeling well (I literally had some kind of eye-burning allergic reaction to the guy, for which he insisted I take his Lactaid). It even got to the point where I sat turned away from him as he blabbed on and on about who knows what, with my arms crossed and the most bored expression on my face. Anyone could have seen I wanted out of there - anyone but him, apparently. Even when I announced that we should get the check, and I just needed to go home and go to bed, he still took his time savoring the complimentary dessert that the slow(!) waiter brought to our table. He still suggested that we go get coffee somewhere afterward. And I thought I'd never get rid of him as he insisted on walking me to my train, even though it was out of his way, and proposed that he ride with me to a certain stop - a suggestion I stopped cold by fibbing about which line I was taking. Twice I had to duck an incoming good-night kiss by fending it off with a friendly hug - though the second attempt ended in a wet one on my cheek. Eeeeiichhhh.
Call me cold, but this guy has gone too far. He needs a reality check. A wake-up call. And the single women of New York could use the favor. His inattentiveness during the date and cluelessness afterward signal the greater potential issue of generally being inconsiderate to my thoughts, feelings and needs if I were to continue seeing him. And who wants that?
So here I am, putting off what I know inevitably needs to be done - that which I have never had to do in my 17 years of dating: make a phone call spelling out to him that it's Just. Not. Happening. I am not going with you to Chinese New Year's festivities, nor will I be your date to your niece's wedding in April, despite the fact that you somehow have it in your head that I agreed to go. I am not making the hour-plus trek to your apartment so you can update my ipod and we can watch movies that you pirated, computer geek that you are. But might I suggest you download a certain movie to get a clue?
Such is my current dating dilemma. I have never been out with such a clueless guy in my life. The date from hell occurred last week. In a nutshell: he talked way too much - sometimes with his mouth full of food; interrupted me when I actually could get a word in; and drug out the date way too long after I announced I wasn't feeling well (I literally had some kind of eye-burning allergic reaction to the guy, for which he insisted I take his Lactaid). It even got to the point where I sat turned away from him as he blabbed on and on about who knows what, with my arms crossed and the most bored expression on my face. Anyone could have seen I wanted out of there - anyone but him, apparently. Even when I announced that we should get the check, and I just needed to go home and go to bed, he still took his time savoring the complimentary dessert that the slow(!) waiter brought to our table. He still suggested that we go get coffee somewhere afterward. And I thought I'd never get rid of him as he insisted on walking me to my train, even though it was out of his way, and proposed that he ride with me to a certain stop - a suggestion I stopped cold by fibbing about which line I was taking. Twice I had to duck an incoming good-night kiss by fending it off with a friendly hug - though the second attempt ended in a wet one on my cheek. Eeeeiichhhh.
Call me cold, but this guy has gone too far. He needs a reality check. A wake-up call. And the single women of New York could use the favor. His inattentiveness during the date and cluelessness afterward signal the greater potential issue of generally being inconsiderate to my thoughts, feelings and needs if I were to continue seeing him. And who wants that?
So here I am, putting off what I know inevitably needs to be done - that which I have never had to do in my 17 years of dating: make a phone call spelling out to him that it's Just. Not. Happening. I am not going with you to Chinese New Year's festivities, nor will I be your date to your niece's wedding in April, despite the fact that you somehow have it in your head that I agreed to go. I am not making the hour-plus trek to your apartment so you can update my ipod and we can watch movies that you pirated, computer geek that you are. But might I suggest you download a certain movie to get a clue?
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