Sorry about my user name. I wanted to use my full name, but then nothing else would ever be said. (No rounding to 5!)
I have MBTI'ed myself several times over the last ten earth years, and it always tells me I'm Not That Jolly. Just once, I would like to be the MBTI and the MBTI the stricken primate--then I could take my revenge--but effecting that transposition is a puzzle I can't get my head around. Probably need a shaman and some giant magnets... at some point...
Anyway, let's not languish too long at the altar of intentional obscurity: I'm an INTj (I'm Not That jolly), my user name is the first few digits of pi (I like my numbers like I like my women: popular, unfathomable, irrational), and that last bit, well, somebody draw something up and send it to the National Aeronautics and Space Administration along with a request for thirty million.
I have three or maybe five friends on this planet, and not one will claim to understand me. Bragging? No. It's a complaint. For, as I descend onto the plateau of middle-age, the idea of being understood--known--bothers me less and less. A more touchy-feely type--I know you're out there--would probably say that with age I'm developing, like lactose intolerance or pollen allergies, a veritable *need* to be understood.
Small problem, one which I chock up to evolutionary deficiency: most people think I'm very strange--if not an outright psychotic--and that tends to put, oh, the tiniest of dampers on interpersonal relations. As a tireless examiner of myself, I'm quite sure that I'm not doing anything overt to scare people on a regular basis--sure, from time to time I'll throw a wrench into the workings of a too-smoothly-functioning human robot, (I tell myself it's to their benefit, but really I just want to watch them squirm)--so I am unable to ascertain the behaviour pattern that may be throwing the other children for such a loop. Not that I overly care. I've found that I find most people hopelessly boring, one-dimensional caricatures of the prototypical anthromorph.
Try telling her *that* on a first date.
Anyhoo, switching modes from 'Proving I Can Write / I'm Smart & Just Freakin' Awesome in General' to 'Terse Snapshot Empiricals That Even Humans Can Understand':
My name is Jim and I'm an alcoholic.
I'm interested in almost everything. I write short stories and IQ tests. I resistance train and practice martial arts. I write music and play guitar. I paint from time to time. (Painting is hard--it never looks like what it looks like.) I have three jobs. I read Jung. Sometimes I sleep for sixteen hours. I test everything. I was born on the Leo-Virgo cusp, five hours on the Leo side. I'm enneagram Type 5, dry depressive with a self-preservation variant. I
**ugh** "look forward to being part of the community here."
Actually, it *would* be nice to hear from someone who gels with my vibe; I've started to believe that I'm alone on the face of this planet.