100 things about me
Others are doing it, so I thought I would too. Besides, it’s fun (although challenging) to write, and maybe it’ll be fun for you to read. So here’s 100 things about me.
1. I started working when I was 15, sweeping floors and stacking shelves in a variety store.
2. I stole a packet of chewing gum from this same store one day while I was alone sweeping up. I felt so bad that I returned it to the container I took it from, unopened. I’ve never stolen anything since.
3. I’ve been in 3 fights in my life. None of them were serious, all of them were before I was 14.
4. I’ve been on welfare benefits on and off for about a third of my life. I don’t want to return to that.
5. I believe in alien life.
Ideal career satisfaction for your personality type
You can find out an idea of what the ideal career satisfactions for your personality type is here:
Ideal careers for your personality type
As an INFP, career satisfaction means doing work that:
- Is in harmony with my own personal values and beliefs and allows me to express my vision through my work.
- Gives me time to develop substantial depth to my ideas and maintain control over the process and product.
- Is done autonomously, with a private work space and plenty of uninterrupted time, but with periodic opportunities to bounce my ideas off people I feel respect me.
- Is done within a flexible structure, with a minimum of rules or regulations, letting me work on projects when I feel inspired.
- Is done with other creative and caring individuals in a cooperative environment free from tension and interpersonal strife.
Hanging with an INFP
I’m an INFP. It stands for Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving, or Introverted Feeling with Extroverted Intuition. I pronounce it as inf-pah. I’m an infpah…
Since INFP’s make up about 1-4% (it varies with source) of the general population, we’re a pretty rare bunch of people.
INFPs present a calm, pleasant face to the world and are seen as reticent and even shy. Although they demonstrate a cool reserve toward others, inside they are anything but distant. They have a capacity for caring which is not always found in other types. They care deeply – indeed, passionately – about a few special persons or a cause. One word that captures this type is idealistic.
What’s also rare is information dedicated to INFP’s, and sites for where they can get together and communicate with each other.
My personality
Over here I’ve talked about my personality type being an INFP.
Quiet, reflective, and idealistic. Interested in serving humanity. Well-developed value system, which they strive to live in accordance with. Extremely loyal. Adaptable and laid-back unless a strongly-held value is threatened. Usually talented writers. Mentally quick, and able to see possibilities. Interested in understanding and helping people.
I wanted to explore it a bit more.
I found a ‘portrait of an INFP‘, which I’m using to help me talk about my personality. As far as I can tell, it’s completely accurate.
It calls me an idealist. That’s certainly true. I have this vision of an ideal world, and am often frustrated when reality doesn’t match my vision. And yet, I find myself frustrated because I know reality could BE like my vision, if only more people cared.
The journey (holiday!) begins
I’m sitting on the plane right now, at 34,000 feet somewhere over the water between NZ and Australia. This is the first time I’ve used the laptop actually on a plane, and there just ain’t enough room to ’spread my wings’, so I’m doing this painful two finger typing instead of the normal, relaxed touch typing I normally do. I don’t think I’ll be writing that much while onboard…
We went to bed last night around 11pm, waking up to the alarm at 2:45am. Getting up, running around doing last-minute packing – the stuff that has to be done at the last minute, like packing away toiletries, etc – we caught the shuttle bus that arrived at our door at 3:50am, arriving at the airport around 4:15am. It’s now 7am and Deidre’s watching an inflight movie while I write this.
I forgot to bring my earphones so I can’t listen to my music on the laptop while I write this, having to listen to the crap they have on the flight instead. The sacrificess one has to make… At least I can’t hear that bloody baby crying a few seats back.
