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INTJ

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That’s an acronym for one of the sixteen personality types from the Myers-Briggs Type Test. What it means is: introversion, intuition, thinking, judgment. That would be me, at least according to the test I took about thirty years ago. And get this, INTJs are one of the rarest of the sixteen personality types, and account for about 1–4% of the population.  Scary.

The Myers-Briggs Type Test assessment was developed from the work of prominent psychiatrist Carl G. Jung in his book Psychological Types. Jung proposed a psychological typology based on the theories of cognitive functions that he developed through his clinical observations. So this is what he came up with. I’ve added comments in italics when I think the quality doesn’t apply to me. And let me just say right now. Mastermind? Me? Seriously? Hey, I didn’t lie on the test, you know.

  • I – Introversion preferred to extraversion: INTJs tend to be  quiet and reserved. (NOPE) They generally prefer interacting with a few close friends rather than a wide circle of acquaintances, and they expend energy in social situations (whereas extraverts gain energy) (SO TRUE)
  • N – Intuition preferred to sensing: INTJs tend to be more abstract than concrete. They focus their attention on the big picture rather than the details and on future possibilities rather than immediate realities.
  • T – Thinking preferred to feeling: INTJs tend to value objective criteria above personal preference. When making decisions they generally give more weight to logic than to social considerations (OR OTHER’S OPINIONS)
  • J – Judgment preferred to perception: INTJs tend to plan their activities and make decisions early. They derive a sense of control through predictability, which to perceptive types may seem limiting.  (SO WHERE DOES MY WILDASS IMPETUOSITY FIT IN?)

Michael W. Roberts has a great blog titled “Are Extroverts or Introverts More Likely to Face FOMO  (fear of missing out)”–to which I responded “I used to have a bad case of FOMO, not so much anymore (older and um wiser?) and I’m an introvert. But I can only take so much of being “out there” interacting and then I need to retreat to be alone in order to regenerate, otherwise it takes a real toll on me.” 

I was going to post this mini test to help you decide your type, but it was very limited and not helpful at all.  Besides, in this day and age, hasn’t everybody taken the Myers-Briggs? So, since you took the test have you changed in any way?

Looking For The Moon

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I hurried up Canyon Acres, Fergie and Jake straining on their leashes, camera bouncing against my hip.  I had to catch the full moon just as it crested the rocks at the end of the road.  Earlier that morning there’d been a total lunar eclipse in Gemini: sign of thinking and communicating (two of my favorite things to do).   It would be a spectacular shot.I got to the end of the road.  Where was the moon?   Just the night before it had perched there not quite full, bathing the entire hill in its soft milky light.  And then further up, in the middle of that road that detours around this one hill, I’d caught the sun in a blaze of glory above Catalina Island.  Two shots for the price of one.  Except I didn’t have my camera at the time.  Now I did and there was no moon.  Well, I could at least try to catch the sunset.I ran up that first leg, not something I’m fond of doing, think steep slalom ski slope, only to arrive at the aforementioned viewpoint to see the sun’s fairly unspectacular retreat, as evidenced by the above shot.  Okay.  So, the moon had to be somewhere, right?  Or had I imagined its location the day before?  Clenching my jaw, my Taurean–read persistence–jaw, I kept going around the hill headed for the next.  Maybe the moon would appear at the Top of The World (if you’ve read my musings before, you’ll know that’s what that area is actually called), another two miles up.

As we rounded the hill, Jake and Fergie, grinding against each other in play ahead of me, I stared at the top.  Where the hell was the moon?  And then I noticed the two figures pinned to the second hill above in the dying light; a woman’s laugh rang out in the clear air and I saw them bump together.   We kept going up the next hill, and then the next, up to the caves.  Still no moon.  I had to turn back.  Coyotes at this time of the evening, with two maniac terriers afraid of nothing.  I started back down the hill, running.  And then just as I reached the last leg, I heard that same woman’s voice shout out: “I love you!”  I stopped and feeling a soppy grin spread across my face, took it personally.  I’d missed the moon, but I’d been bathed in the light of love instead.