Last year
my family and I all did the Myers-Briggs personality test. After stating your choice
for each of the (approximately 80) questions, your personality type is provided
by means of a 4-letter combination, e.g. ESTJ. You are one of sixteen different
types, which can be divided into four categories: Analysts, Idealists,
Sentinels (Guardians) and Artisans. My family
and I have read up a lot about it since then, sent each other funny memes, and
when someone does/ says something, we jokingly respond with something like: “Well
that’s because you’re an ENFP” or “It’s because of your J”. We each wrote one
of our favourite quotes on a blackboard this holiday, only realising afterwards
how well it reflects each of our personality types. We have discussed and scrutinised
all the realms of the test, that we are actually getting bored of it and
looking for a new test to try out.
Knowing
the types of my family and some friends, though, has helped me understand where
they get their energy from (I or E), how they take in information (S or N), make
decisions (T or F), and organise their world (J or P). I am an INFJ, which is
considered the rarest of all the sixteen types (which my INFJ friend and I were
contemplating if that’s a good or bad thing). Nevertheless, knowing my type has
been quite liberating. There is a lot of reading material about what INFJ
strengths tend to be and what INFJ weaknesses tend to be, and many more
interesting topics. Some famous INFJs are: Mandela, Ghandi, Batman and Elsa
(from Frozen). It has
also been useful for gift suggestions, book recommendations, and so forth. Now,
if I want to buy a gift for someone, I quickly google ‘gift ideas for ISTJs’ or
if I’m interested in reading a book I look-up what is recommended for my type.
So I
dedicate this piece to all my INFJ associates, idealists, confidants,
creative wordsmiths, and simply, plain weirdos ;)…
THE REAL
SELFIE
I have
met many parts of my Self. And each Self has its place.
I greet
my Organised Self behind the work desk, as it tidies up its space.
Creative
Self comes over when the house needs a new look.
And
Insightful Self is enclosed between the covers of a book.
My
Dreamer Self walks the path between Narnia and Rivendell.
While
Optimistic Self drops two pennies in tomorrow’s wishing-well.
I never
want to miss a drink with Fun Self, when it comes into town,
whereas
Loner Self pulls the covers over my head when it doesn’t want to be found.
Sometimes
my Selfs collide, and Weird Self is left standing tall,
And it
takes the liberty to invite Unorthodox, Odd, and Geeky Self to the ball.
My
Save-The-World Self reaches for a cape and settles the world's mess.
And at
times my Self means nothing, then I am Self-less.
Some
Selfs remain hidden because Mysterious Self's a real tease.
But each
Self has its place to make an Extraordinary Me.
L.F.