My profile: Psycho unfeeling bitch
13/12/2006
I guess we’re still buzzing from the Myers Briggs Type Indicator tests we took a couple of weeks back. I remember doing the test three or four years back – I was INTJ then, and am still INTJ now. I was a little surprised at how low my F score was. So low, it didn’t register.
A zillion little lightbulbs started to go off after the session. It explained so many things!
Like how I’d see the fault of something instead of the effort put into it
Can’t you put the dishes properly after you wash them? It’s a mess on the rack! Why can’t you line them up nicely, what’s the point of washing a dish and leaving it flat to collect drip from elsewhere?
instead of
Thanks for washing the dishes, if you don’t mind I feel I should line them up nicely since I’m a psycho bitch with made up psycho systems.
Like how I see no problems telling bad jokes and getting laughed at
Jet jokes aside, I came up with a pretty good one today! Sticking it at the end of this blog because it’s flaky and I’m trying to be serious here.
Like how I have so much trouble making small talk
Like how I’m so uptight, I grind my teeth at night
So I started wearing mouth guards when I sleep. But then I started chewing through them.
I’m so unfeeling I didn’t
- believe in marriage
- have a wedding (contradicts previous point, I know. I can’t explain that.)
- invite anyone to the ceremony, not even my folks
- tell anyone who didn’t have to do anything that I was getting married (until I was asked after signing the papers)
- put up pictures
- write about it
- wear a ring (and I still don’t)
It’s not Mom’s fault
My mother is probably disappointed with the way I turned out. Her personality is completely different – she’s affectionate, warm, friendly and amiable. She makes friends quickly and easily, and she’s so comforting. I don’t think I could’ve survived living up to my father’s standards without Mom to run to.
My dad is a typical geek, ISTJ, anal-retentive, precise, exacting and intolerant of fools. In his own way he is a warm and affectionate, although his brand of humour and affection take the uninitiated some getting used to. (If you think I came up with the pet name “Fat Brother” on my own, you’re wrong.)
The ah-well part of it
I know that I know jack. I need to remember that, though.
What do you call the time of the day where people flock to the toilet?
True answers from people in the office after the jump.
