ENFP

I often think about who I am and why I do the things I do. This fall I got really interested my results of the Meyers-Jungg personality test I had to take for Abnormal Psychology. I was rated as an ENFP. (Extravert Intuitive Feeling Perceiving) I took various forms of the test and literally all of them characterized me as this dreaded ENFP. Upon looking at the traits of someone who is an ENFP, I was literally taken aback at how accurate they were. I'm not talking accurate in the sense of "oh that applies to me." More like accurate in the sense of "all of these apply to me." The most striking thing was that ENFPs tend to get along with members of the opposite sex easily. You might think this to be something that applies to many people, however, ENFPs feel comfort in the company of those of the opposite sex. Growing up, and even to this day, my male friends most certainly outnumber my female friends. The female friends I do have are not within the spectrum of overly effeminate females.

Anywho, as I'm sitting and thinking I realize that my M.O. is often feeling based. If I have a bad feeling about something, I'm less inclined to participate in it. Practicality is boring. I know that sounds ridiculous, but it's something that I feel quite often. People who dress practically, live practically, talk practically. It's not that I am drowning in excess, but muted floral wearing women and egg shell off white painting house wives depress me. I see men in corporate attire dancing around their words but not expressing anything to get anywhere... It literally bothers me. I realize all these things now. I've sat in stark white classrooms with flickering flourescent lights and I am overcome with a sort of depression that I cannot describe. Aside from economic responsibility, this is why I hate shopping at wal mart. The store is filled with practicality. I will mention that practicality is not a euphemism for "poor." I've encountered plenty of people without a dime that are more enriching and colorful than those with copious amounts of money.

Basically everything I do is influenced by my environment. I sat at the bank with off white walls and people obsessed with practical things and it drove my crazy. Cutting coupons, gossiping about celebrities, chatting about good carpet cleaners...They were what society wanted them to be, I refuse.