officially, i am insane
Aug. 5th, 2005 01:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideI can't sleep. I can't. I've been trying for an hour. Gah.
1. I'm wound up, so I can't sleep.
2. I try anyway, but then panic that I'm not asleep, which just wakes me up more.
3. I'm 33 years old. I should know how to sleep by now. I should have this down. It shouldn't be this hard.
4. Grrr. Arrrrgh!
In other, weird news: I took, for perhaps the nine zillionth time, the Myers-Brigg test. I am now officially diametrically opposed to what I was when I first took the test, lo these many years ago. I am now an ESFJ. I'm completely baffled. I don't see how I can be an E. I mean, I love my friends, and I am a crazed ball of exuberance around them. But otherwise, I am extremely shy.
I just retook it, and I'm only an E by the strength of one question. So I feel slightly better.
From here:
Providers are extremely sensitive to the feelings of others, which makes them perhaps the most sympathetic of all the types, but which also leaves them rather self-conscious, that is, highly sensitive to what others think of them. Because of this Providers can be crushed by personal criticism, and will work most effectively when given ample appreciation both for themselves personally and for the service they give to others. This is not to say that Providers are afraid to express their own emotional reactions. They are quick to like and dislike—and don’t mind saying so—tending to put on a pedestal whatever or whoever they admire, and to come down hard on those people and issues they don’t care for.
And from here:
All else being equal, ESFJs enjoy being in charge. They see problems clearly and delegate easily, work hard and play with zest. ESFJs, as do most SJs, bear strong allegiance to rights of seniority. They willingly provide service (which embodies life's meaning) and expect the same from others.
ESFJs are easily wounded. And when wounded, their emotions will not be contained. They by nature "wear their hearts on their sleeves," often exuding warmth and bonhomie, but not infrequently boiling over with the vexation of their souls.
Boils down to, "I'm bossy and I whimper a lot." Hmph.
1. I'm wound up, so I can't sleep.
2. I try anyway, but then panic that I'm not asleep, which just wakes me up more.
3. I'm 33 years old. I should know how to sleep by now. I should have this down. It shouldn't be this hard.
4. Grrr. Arrrrgh!
In other, weird news: I took, for perhaps the nine zillionth time, the Myers-Brigg test. I am now officially diametrically opposed to what I was when I first took the test, lo these many years ago. I am now an ESFJ. I'm completely baffled. I don't see how I can be an E. I mean, I love my friends, and I am a crazed ball of exuberance around them. But otherwise, I am extremely shy.
I just retook it, and I'm only an E by the strength of one question. So I feel slightly better.
From here:
Providers are extremely sensitive to the feelings of others, which makes them perhaps the most sympathetic of all the types, but which also leaves them rather self-conscious, that is, highly sensitive to what others think of them. Because of this Providers can be crushed by personal criticism, and will work most effectively when given ample appreciation both for themselves personally and for the service they give to others. This is not to say that Providers are afraid to express their own emotional reactions. They are quick to like and dislike—and don’t mind saying so—tending to put on a pedestal whatever or whoever they admire, and to come down hard on those people and issues they don’t care for.
And from here:
All else being equal, ESFJs enjoy being in charge. They see problems clearly and delegate easily, work hard and play with zest. ESFJs, as do most SJs, bear strong allegiance to rights of seniority. They willingly provide service (which embodies life's meaning) and expect the same from others.
ESFJs are easily wounded. And when wounded, their emotions will not be contained. They by nature "wear their hearts on their sleeves," often exuding warmth and bonhomie, but not infrequently boiling over with the vexation of their souls.
Boils down to, "I'm bossy and I whimper a lot." Hmph.
