Did you ever mean to do something and then get distracted by some other shiny thing? That seems like my life these days. I truly meant to write a little more about Pema Chodron’s book Start Where You Are. Instead, I got distracted by Kristen Lamb’s recent post on introversion versus extroversion. I just had to follow a bunch of the links, and then take and retake the personality test that Brock linked to (at http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/jtypes2.asp) and read about the results and fish through the rest of the personality types to see which one I thought fit me better. I finally decided that I am none of them, but rather a blend of several.
Okay, I admit that I always reject whatever box I seem to fall inside. Am I the only one who does that? My friends seem happy to be Geminis or Libras, but I reject my astrological sign as having anything to do with me. I never have been able to figure out which number fits best on the eneagram scale, but some people seem to delight in proudly announcing that they are 3s (or whatever). And now this. Can people really benefit by calling themselves ENFJs or ISTPs? Can they figure out who to marry and what job to do based upon 72 yes and no questions? I say bah-hum-bug! And I am not going to tell you which boxes I supposedly belong to.
Oh, but I was talking of shiny things. I then decided I could and should figure out which of the 16 categories each of my characters fell into. A worthy enterprise, I suppose, but rather time consuming. So I am writing about the boxes we like to fit ourselves into, instead of the Buddhist path to an open heart. Hmmm….It is related, I’m sure.