The first writing sample was serious businesses writing of mine advocating several specific choices and criticizing an adversaries positions.
1. iNtuition (95.4 %)
2. Sensing (4.6 %)
1. Thinking (99.5 %)
2. Feeling (0.5 %)
1. Introversion (97.7 %)
2. Extraversion (2.3 %)
1. Judging (67.4 %)
2. Perceiving (32.6 %)
ESFP. Wow! with very close to nearly the opposite score for a light hearted cliché riddled short story/word play. See short story below.
1. Sensing (93.3 %)
2. iNtuition (6.7 %)
1. Feeling (99.8 %)
2. Thinking (0.2 %)
1. Extraversion (94.6 %)
2. Introversion (5.4 %)
1. Perceiving (67.0 %)
2. Judging (33.0 %)
Here is the word play/short story example I used.
I’m glad to hear that Mr. Bones is in good hands. You see, I used to know Mr. Bones when he was at the end of his rope. It was right after he bought the farm and started pushing up daises. Back then the women used to complement that he was so light on his feet, it was as if he danced on air. One day I got a telephone call from him after my secretary told me for whom the bell tolls. Mr. Bones asked if I would join him goin' to a dance pawty wit' Gawd! I agreed after he reassured me there would be special accommodations for the immortally challenged.
We decided to casket-pool and meet at the funeral parlor next to the journey's end bar & crematorium. When I saw him he was thin and pale and out of breath. He was nervous and advised me for his New Year resolution he kicked the oxygen habit.
He rambled during the never-ending trip but the mortal of the story was lost in translation. At the party we met the Grim Reaper, the angels and even the celebrated hip hop artists The Notorious D.O.A and Too Shot Shakur but sadly we didn’t meet our maker who had just took a powder.
The chief for the Kennedys was serving fillet of sole, street pizza, salmonella turkey and other worm foods. Mr. Bones donated the liver paté. The party was calm at first and then suddenly the crowd really started rising from the dead.
The last thing I remember was that someone spiked the formaldehyde with punch. I was later told I got real whacked and had to take a dirt nap in the basement six feet under. The next morning I felt a cold arm across my face and to my chagrin I awoke with the sleeping partner of life.
I snuck out of bed and took a long walk down the short pier to only to find Mr. Bones was taking an earth bath. He was smoking a coffin nail and still toasted out of his skull. I turned my head and tossed Mr. Bones his Columbian necktie, cement overshoes and matching concrete galoshes we then drove off into that gentle good night. I got kinda spooked but I always dug Mr. Bones and we nearly died laughing on the drive off the cliff home.
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Originally Posted by Edgar
Spamtar - a strange combination of boorish drunkeness and erudite discussions, or what I call "an Irish academic"
"I don't believe in guilt, I only believe in living on impulses"
"Stereotypes about personality and gender turn out to be fairly accurate: ... On the binary Myers-Briggs measure, the thinking-feeling breakdown is about 30/70 for women versus 60/40 for men." ~ Bryan Caplan
"The horses ran past the grocery store and stopped. They neighed quietly. The riders looked around and saw a police squad on foot behind them, guns trained on them. They kicked hard at the horses, while drawing their own guns, and a shootout commenced. When the smoke and dust cleared, all the lawmen were down, along with two of the horses. The cowboys were still alive."
Clearly an STP-oriented text (though I came up with it with mental rather than visual cues, so it was actually Ne). The result? ESFP.
"Isn't it funny that if the woodchuck chucked wood in the TARDIS, the Doctor would likely not notice?"
Now this is obviously Ne-dom on crack. The result? ESFJ.
"My god, necrophilia with space aliens is horrendous!"
This test is shit. It just classifed this as 98% Sensor style
"And there was an intelligence in her laughter that was like red and gold autumn leaves in the wintering park of my inner landscape. It went well with the bare trees, the emptiness inside us both that we, homeopathically, met and soothed in each other. And by the end of a year we were speaking to each other solely in French, so I gained all different skills through the experience."
And this as 87% Feeling
"Empathic people creep me out, actually. They make me feel like I’m being mentally raped all the time, like they’re extracting information from me that I wouldn’t volunteer to give, violating my emotional privacy and twisting the information they get into their own interpretations of who I am and what I’m about. They seldom give my feelings the same value that I do, which is to say, not much. And it’s not nice to feel like a person knows lots of stuff about you that you don’t really know yourself."
According to it, taking several different samples from my autobiography, I write like an ISFP.
I'm male and over 30, FYI.
Preferences: 20% Extravert, 98% Intuitive, 68% Thinker, 17% Perceiving