(*Something an ENFP would do; not an INFP.)I knew it! I KNEW IT.
The Myers-Brigg personality test. So, you've seen people mention it on blogs and such and it just felt like such a commitment to retake the test (who has ten spare minutes?!). So, I never did. But finally my curiosity got the best of me and I said, "Bridget! Take the damn test!" (Jenni's post was the most recent one I read on the subject.) Basically I remembered being an ENFP in high school. And I just had an inkling that this was no longer the case. I just felt less E. I felt more I. A slow switch somewhere along the way. So, tonight I took it and tonight I got my results: INFP.
I felt so self-satisfied. Pushed myself back from the desk and with a smug smile thought, "You were right Bridget, you were right."
I didn't actually do that, but I was glad to have my suspicions confirmed. Is this normal? Do E's often become I's? I felt like once an E, always an E. But, that's not the case. I say, only half in jest, that I became an I when I realized there are a lot of crazy people in this world. I mean a lot of them (seriously, did you know that?). I realized, I'd rather walk from point A to point B keeping my head down and hoping no one sees me. I love going to the mall alone. I love listening to the Braveheart soundtrack (particularly track 17 and at minute 1:50) all by myself with a glass of wine. I am perfectly content to do more of the listening and less of the talking on the phone. Steve can't imagine going to a movie alone but a matinee by myself? Heaven. Perhaps this is more just side effects of parenting and having a toddler touch you all day long and less some huge personality switch, but nevertheless! For now, INFP!
As an aside, it's interesting to me to be both a blogger and an apparent introvert. What does this mean? I think we could conduct a study on this. Where are the psych majors?
*On the picture: not one of my brightest moments. This is when the Red Sox won the World Series in 2004. I was a freshman at the time and the whole campus was watching the game (if you're not familiar, it'd been since like 1918 that they'd won. The whole Curse of the Bambino thing. It was a HUGE DEAL in the area at the time. I mean fans were sweating, peeing their pants, the whole nine yards. So anyway, they win, and my friend Karen is like LET'S DRIVE INTO THE CITY. So we did. Insane crowds, dancing, drinking... it was all going down in Boston that night. Looking back it was fun and crazy but like standing in front of the cops in full riot gear in a semi squat with my stupid hang-ten hands? Dumb, Bridget. I don't think an INFP would do THAT now.