It's a classic case of Pittsnagle-Bryerson syndrome, which is often correlated with Woods Cranial lesions. You may have only 2 months to live, and you'll be deeply, deeply unhappy doing it. On the positive side, you are probably good at woodcarving, and you are attracted to butterflies with an almost sexual passion. Basically, what Ed said. barfo
ENFJ is pretty rare--only 2.5% of the population. You are closely related to Ghoti, who is an INFJ. (roughly 50% of the population is xSxJ). ENFJs are described using the following words: Appreciative Congenial Diplomatic Energetic Enthusiastic Expressive Idealistic Loyal Organized Personable Responsible Supportive They are people-oriented and social; are decisive; and seek responsiveness and order. They enjoy leading and facilitating teams, and encourage cooperation. Pitfalls include: --may idealize others and suffer from blind loyalty --may sweep problems under the rug when in conflict --may take criticism personally and be overly self-critical
Appreciative Yes Congenial Yes Diplomatic Yes Energetic Sort of Enthusiastic Sort of Expressive Sort of/No Idealistic Yes Loyal Yes Organized No Personable Yes Responsible Usually/Yes Supportive Yes They are people-oriented and social; are decisive; and seek responsiveness and order. They enjoy leading and facilitating teams, and encourage cooperation. Pitfalls include: --may idealize others and suffer from blind loyalty Sort of/Yes --may sweep problems under the rug when in conflict Yes --may take criticism personally and be overly self-critical No Looks about right. Thanks, Dumpy. Reading the rest now.
What does wanting to gouge my eyes out instead of reading that crap make me? Bored Lazy Offensive Weird Manic Excited Or BLOWME
Oh, as to why I don't care for that bullshit. I worked at SEH in Vancouver when I was in my early twenties. I worked with a bunch of illiterate 30 year olds that made 8 dollars an hour. I was forced to go to classes to help me understand why my coworkers couldn't understand simple instructions. I needed to learn how to communicate with these people in a more effective manner.
you are angry at the way you were requested to use this information, not at whether it was accurate or not. Everything has its place. If I had to interact eith a group of people, I wouldn't try to individually analyze each one of them, in part because you are faced with the problem of whether THEY want to interact with YOU. I'd use basic mediation techniques, that can help you get anyone to do anything.
Read some of my posts and tell me how I fit into any of those groups. Yes, I was angry that I was being taught to communicate by a guy who worked for Weyerhauser for 30 years who had no teaching credentials whatsoever. A guy who made me take a nice textbook that I told him I wouldn't read and then after I wrote Columbine style things in it and threw it in the garbage after class (while pointing it out to him so he would find it) felt it necessary to take it to the company HR department. This guy felt it a smart decision to fuck with a 20 something year old kid who stood a legit six foot two and weighed about 265 lbs after that kid told him to leave him alone. That kid looked like a shorter white Shaq. If I really gave two shits about that guy or that job somebody would have gotten hurt very very badly. I had no commited relationship at the time and felt like I could do 5 years in prison just for the fun of it. When I got fired soon after, the company appealed my unemployment and failed to show up in person. The judge knew the people and asked them via the telephone why they had failed to show for the first time ever. I casually explained the misunderstanding between our parties while thinking to myself how afraid of me they were that they wouldn't even show up to the hearing. The judge ruled in my favor as I knew he would. Fast forward 10 years and I am the guy who pretends to "accidentally" smack you with something when you wander in front of me in a grocery store without watching where you are going. I went to Home Depot last weekend and was carrying out some light fixtures at the same time as an illegal immigrant was wandering about in front of the exit while yapping on his cell phone for all to hear. Fucking guy looked right at me then walked right in front of me to lean on a cement filled pole. Whoops, accidentally smacked him with a 48 inch long flourescent light fixture. My bad.
Bodyman, There's irony in the fact that you refused to read a textbook in order for you to help facilitate basic communication between you and other illiterate employees. As to why this doesn't do it for you? I think it's because you fear finding out about yourself what everyone else can plainly see - your blatant sociopathy.
