I always knew I wasn’t your average child.
What do you know? I have a rare personality type: Introverted Intuitive Feeling Perceptive, aka INFP. Apparently I’m an Idealist/Healer and I should be leading a church right now. Or a social movement.
Um. Excuse me while I discipline my children for rolling-all-over-the-floor laughing.
No, I won’t be starting up any weird cults soon. But it does totally explain my childhood addiction to masterminding games at recess with 10 or 20 kids where we were all superheroes. Yeah… there were no villains. Or they were invisible. Hey, nobody wants to be the bad guy!
Who knew that my daydreaming would pay off someday?
This post was supposed to be about risk-taking. But I figured that was part of personality typing, hence the Keirsey Temperament Sorter.
I’m not a fan of risk. Were I in charge of the family investments, we’d never ever make any money because I would only invest in ventures that are zero risk. Seriously. I can’t even listen to Hubbs talk about investing his income without having palpitations.
You will never find me jumping from an airplane. If I had to do one of those TV shows where they’ll give you a million dollars if you bungee jump off a bridge, my family would remain poor forever (and probably hate me for it). You know those pint-sized roller coasters for toddlers? When I was two, I went on one and my mother had to get the carnie to stop the ride, I was so terrified. All the other kids started to cry because they thought the ride was over. Yeah. That was… not a great day. And it pretty much set me for life against amusement park rides. Except for the time Hubbs, Painterjoy and Sunshine Girl talked me into going on a waterslide.
“It’s tame, Jess. Look, babies go on this!”
“Yeah, Mom, it’s really slow.”
“It is, Mom, seriously. You just float down the pipe in the little dingy, like it’s a Lazy River. You’re gonna love it!”
“Look, you won’t be alone: four people per raft. Perfect!”
Uh huh. So, after about 20 minutes of listening to them plead, I gave in. My wise, skeptical sons eyed me like I was nuts and opted to wait safely below. Lucky ducks.
The look on my face in this commemorative photo is not joy (unless you count the ecstasy of not having perished as joy). What my adorable family failed to take into account when adding me to the dingy is that they increased the weight in the raft by 30%. We whipped down that tube like a bat out of hell, my little girls taking great delight in the fact that we veered up the side of the walls on every curve.
When we reached the bottom, Hubbs had to carry me off, shaking like Bugs Bunny did after encountering aliens. Hubbs set me down in a chair and presented me with a double vodka on the rocks. I drank it. It took me about 20 minutes to stop shaking.
Well, I found out that waterslides wouldn’t kill me. Would I go on one again?
Not on your life!
Knowing your personality type can help you (or your boss, parent, or romantic partner) understand your strengths. What would be a good job fit for you? How about romantic chemistry? What approach might help you parent your kids? Which employees should you pair for a project or team? You can take the Keirsey Temperament Sorter Test at http://www.keirsey.com/4temps/overview_temperaments.asp#, for free.
What were you like as a child? Would you have joined in my superhero game at recess? Please say yes. 🙂