Sunday, June 2, 2013

Book 2, "Darkened Voices"

I've been pretty interested in personality types since Jack Morrow introduced me to this personality test in high school. The Myers-Briggs stuff seems to be the most used (although if I'm wrong then point me in the correct direction), and I've spent some time looking into what the dichotomies mean and what they say about people. One of the descriptions meant to provide a greater understanding in regards to the difference between introverted and extroverted people was introverted people recharge alone, while extroverted people recharge with others.

I think that's a good way to look at it, but I'm thinking a simple way to discover whether you're introverted or extroverted is to get a hair cut. I figure extroverts are comfortable chatting while they get their hair done, but I imagine introverts prefer a silent trim. I doubt that's a definitive test in all scenarios (If I had been going to the same barber all my life I'd feel comfortable making conversation), but I bet it works more often than not.

I just got my hair cut. It was mostly silent. It was good.

I know not to put too much weight behind these personality types, but they're interesting and offer a good way to delve into the self. I'd like to know who I am to the best of my ability, and going through the process of answering these questions allows me to look at myself in a critical light.

I think that figuring out who you are, who you were, and who you want to be are all pretty important things to do while you live. I guess that's one of the reason I'm doing this, to better know myself, and to show others who I am to the best of my ability.


Darkened voices from the deep
Coming for you they are to reap


I like this drawing, mostly because of the tent coming out of/being eaten by the light bulb cat thing. That's weird, but also might have some relevance to my lackluster ability to speak in groups of strangers.

I went to a party last night, which was pretty fun, but there were mostly people I didn't know. I think telling myself that I suck at these social situations was a bad move, and telling other people that I suck at these social situations was probably worse. It's not that I didn't want to talk to people, just that I didn't know what to say.

Getting to know people sort of sucks, but knowing people is wholeheartedly gratifying. I dunno, it's something I need to work on, I gotta let loose a little.