An Adventurous Introvert
Personality tests are a lot of fun for me. Most of the time when I take them, I am mixed up and confused enough that no single dominant trait just screams to the world, “HEY, THIS DESCRIBES ANGIE PERFECTLY!!!!”
Today was different.
Maybe I’m getting really comfortable in my new skin.
Today I took the mini version of Enneagram test. Hitting the submit button revealed that I am a strong Type 7 with moderate doses of Types 1, 2, and 4.
So I clicked to read the description of Type 7.
And I died laughing.
Rarely if ever have I seen a more perfect description of me. Every quirk, whim, emotion, and attitude was right there on the screen before my eyes.
Apparently, I am an Adventurer.
Adventurers are energetic, lively, and optimistic. They want to contribute to the world.
How to Get Along with Me
(this is important–and right on target, so pay attention!)
- Give me companionship, affection, and freedom. Freedom is the biggie.
- Engage with me in stimulating conversation and laughter.
- Appreciate my grand visions and listen to my stories. Yes, I know my left-brained, details-heavy version is a bit monotonous, but hang with me on it.
- Don’t try to change my style. Accept me the way I am. You’ll only frustrate yourself if you expect anything else.
- Be responsible for youself. I dislike clingy or needy people. Including my own children….just sayin’. You ARE over the age of four. I think you can fix your own breakfast at this point. And lunch. And possibly dinner, too.
- Don’t tell me what to do. Really. Don’t. Unless you want me to do the opposite, then you can try it and see what happens.
What I Like About Being a Seven
- being optimistic and not letting life’s troubles get me down
- being spontaneous and free-spirited (Some might go so far as to say “irresponsible”. It’s okay. The spontaneous part is a bit of a stretch.)
- being outspoken and outrageous. It’s part of the fun. Another way of saying this is I really enjoy yanking the chains of those who think they’ve got things figured out. Really. Have you read my stuff?
- being generous and trying to make the world a better place
- having the guts to take risks and to try exciting adventures (Can you say, “I quit!”?)
- having such varied interests and abilities (There is so much to learn and so much to do? How’s a girl ever gonna pick something?)
What’s Hard About Being a Seven
- not having enough time to do all the things I want (or money)
- not completing things I start (uh….ouch…but true)
- not being able to profit from the benefits that come from specializing; not making a commitment to a career (Let’s see how many different things I can find to do in my lifetime!)
- having a tendency to be ungrounded; getting lost in plans or fantasies
- feeling confined when I’m in a one-to-one relationship (This doesn’t apply to my marriage of 21 years, but that’s mostly because I got someone who respects my free spirit. If he were possessive, he’d probably already be dead.)
Sevens as Children Often
- are action oriented and adventuresome (My guess is riding baby calves and milking cats falls into this category. Hey, what can I say? It was 13 miles from civilization. A kids got to find some sort of entertainment when cable doesn’t exist.)
- drum up excitement (Ask a few old band directors about this one. Puns intended, but only those who knew me will understand.)
- prefer being with other children to being alone (But only if they are nice to me.)
- finesse their way around adults (Might have played a few to my advantage.)
- dream of the freedom they’ll have when they grow up (As I hear the sound of Simba singing, “Oh I just can’t WAIT to be KING!” playing in my head.)
Sevens as Parents
- are often enthusiastic and generous (or not)
- want their children to be exposed to many adventures in life (and spend their retirement trying to pay for it)
- may be too busy with their own activities to be attentive (uhm….possibly)
I posted this valuable info on Facebook and a friend asked me what my MBTI is. That’s the one that measures introvert/extrovert, sensing/intuition, thinking/feeling, and judging/perceiving. I presented as an ISFJ, 67, 38, 12, 1. That means I am significantly introverted, in case you are confused.
You can stop saying “Nuh-uh” now.
I know. It’s shocking. The world simply isn’t prepared for the news that Angie Cox is an introvert. Well, folks, it’s true. It’s been true most of my life.
Case in point: Tuesday night was the stock show sale. Not exactly a crowd in which I have lots of buddies. There are great people out there, but their path in life has typically taken a very different route than mine. Hubby had gone to a basketball game with daughter #2. I was on my own with the munchkins who actually have a social life and promptly abandoned me to avoid total embarrassment.
Where was Angie?
After forcing myself to visit with my nice neighbor from 3 houses down with whom I haven’t spoken in a very very very long time (don’t worry….it’s strictly due to my introversive nature, nothing is wrong with this relationship), I meandered about for awhile, watched a bit of the proceedings standing by myself, held up the wall for a few minutes, tried to be my big brother’s shadow for a bit, then found my way into the sheep/goat barn where there was a radiant heater beaming it’s glorious goodness down on whomever would stand and absorb. There I stood until almost time to come home. A few people came by and visited for a few minutes, but I did not seek out anyone to “hang with”. I was perfectly content leaning against the wall all alone with that luscious heat beaming down on my cold body watching the comings and goings of the the night.
And was I ever so glad to get home.
Facebook and blogging are an introvert’s best friends, by the way.
Apparently I am also a sensor/feeler. I knew this. Although I have been in denial for a very long time.
I am like the thermostat for a room full of people. I can detect if even one person is uncomfortable, confused, or otherwise “off-kilter”.
And I am miserable for them until the situation is corrected.
Sometimes I even take it upon myself to ask the question I know is contributing to the look of confusion on their face, even if I already know the answer.
I rock like that.
This information means it is highly unlikely I will ever be a boss.
I could never fire anyone.
I’d be too worried about how they would be feeling.
So when I’m old and gray and wrinkled (well, I’m already working on that last part), and you find me alone next to a wall warming myself by a heater, please consider engaging me in stimulating conversation and laughter as you’ve been instructed above.
Maybe it will help keep my brain in semi-working condition.