Hello! I have taken several MBTI tests and have gotten some widely varying results. I identify with a number of the type descriptions I've read and at this point I don't know what my actual type is.
Some things about me:
-I'm definitely an introvert, that much is certain. I like to be alone with my mind, and I'm satisfied with a few close friends. Being around a lot of people wears me out very quickly.
-I'm in college and enjoying the experience very much, though I'm not much of a social butterfly. I was originally a math major but then realized I only liked the philosophical angle of math and not the drudgery of math homework three times a week, so I switched to classical studies. I mostly make good grades, though I wouldn't call myself an exemplary student... I'm a bit of a slacker and I tend to procrastinate, and I don't even study all that much outside of class. But I write well, usually remember points/concepts after seeing them only once, and am good at drawing connections between the main ideas in a class, and this usually saves me when exam time comes around. I also tend to find concepts I enjoy and become obsessed with them for a while... a recent example was Joseph Campbell's monomyth, we were assigned to write a paper of at least 2 pages on it, I wrote 12. A couple of my professors are nudging me towards going into academia after I graduate, but I'm undecided about whether I want to do that.
-I get lost in my head for extended stretches of time. I have intense imaginary conversations with people in my head or go off on mental rabbit trails of what direction my life could take and where I might end up in 10 years, or what would happen if a psycho gunman jumped out from behind that clump of bushes and started shooting. These daydreams are extremely vivid and sometimes I have to consciously shake myself out of them.
-I love making stuff. I knit and make jewelry, and I just love learning new techniques and choosing colors and touching the materials and holding the finished product. It's so satisfying and it feels indulgent, like taking a break from living in my head.
-I've wanted to be a writer since I first learned to read. I love poetry because it feels like the distillation of life... I have a difficult time studying poetry for classes because I just want to swoon over it and write "holy shit" in the margins where the words are particularly beautiful. (Except if it's Ezra Pound because no.) I like prose too, but I'm more interested in a work's ideas and mood than in the actual storytelling... I tend to get interesting starting points in my head (a woman is impregnated by a dandelion seed; you meet a person who doesn't have a belly button) but then not know where to go with them. I'm good at symbolism and structure but really bad at characters.
-I don't particularly like most people. Not that I dislike them either; I'm just indifferent to their existence, unless they happen to be one of the (few) people I love. I do not make friends easily, even when I've known people for a long time, and I tend to be very awkward (example: often I don't even try to make small talk anymore, because I hate it and am bad at it, even if it creates an awkward silence). The worst job I can imagine is one where I'd have to be dealing with people and making nice all day.
-I do not want to live a "normal" life. The idea of trying to find a "good" job that involves punching a clock at 9 every morning to pay for a house that I'd fill up with useless crap, most of which I'd store and never look at again, and then being tied to that lifestyle and feeling like I could never leave it, seems like insanity to me, slavery really. I don't want stuff - I think it distracts from actually living life. I want to go places and learn things and create things and think my thoughts. I'm tentatively planning to live in a van and have a nomadic lifestyle after college... researching the hell out of it to get the logistics figured out, I know it would be a rather difficult path to choose and probably not a magical hippie paradise as the stereotype makes it seem, but the freedom sounds so much better than most of the alternatives.
-Dunno how much bearing this has on my type, but the majority of the people I call friends are INxx types. My boyfriend is an INFP, and I "click" with him like no one else I have ever met, though in many ways we are quite different.
Thanks for reading! What type do I sound like to you?
Some things about me:
-I'm definitely an introvert, that much is certain. I like to be alone with my mind, and I'm satisfied with a few close friends. Being around a lot of people wears me out very quickly.
-I'm in college and enjoying the experience very much, though I'm not much of a social butterfly. I was originally a math major but then realized I only liked the philosophical angle of math and not the drudgery of math homework three times a week, so I switched to classical studies. I mostly make good grades, though I wouldn't call myself an exemplary student... I'm a bit of a slacker and I tend to procrastinate, and I don't even study all that much outside of class. But I write well, usually remember points/concepts after seeing them only once, and am good at drawing connections between the main ideas in a class, and this usually saves me when exam time comes around. I also tend to find concepts I enjoy and become obsessed with them for a while... a recent example was Joseph Campbell's monomyth, we were assigned to write a paper of at least 2 pages on it, I wrote 12. A couple of my professors are nudging me towards going into academia after I graduate, but I'm undecided about whether I want to do that.
-I get lost in my head for extended stretches of time. I have intense imaginary conversations with people in my head or go off on mental rabbit trails of what direction my life could take and where I might end up in 10 years, or what would happen if a psycho gunman jumped out from behind that clump of bushes and started shooting. These daydreams are extremely vivid and sometimes I have to consciously shake myself out of them.
-I love making stuff. I knit and make jewelry, and I just love learning new techniques and choosing colors and touching the materials and holding the finished product. It's so satisfying and it feels indulgent, like taking a break from living in my head.
-I've wanted to be a writer since I first learned to read. I love poetry because it feels like the distillation of life... I have a difficult time studying poetry for classes because I just want to swoon over it and write "holy shit" in the margins where the words are particularly beautiful. (Except if it's Ezra Pound because no.) I like prose too, but I'm more interested in a work's ideas and mood than in the actual storytelling... I tend to get interesting starting points in my head (a woman is impregnated by a dandelion seed; you meet a person who doesn't have a belly button) but then not know where to go with them. I'm good at symbolism and structure but really bad at characters.
-I don't particularly like most people. Not that I dislike them either; I'm just indifferent to their existence, unless they happen to be one of the (few) people I love. I do not make friends easily, even when I've known people for a long time, and I tend to be very awkward (example: often I don't even try to make small talk anymore, because I hate it and am bad at it, even if it creates an awkward silence). The worst job I can imagine is one where I'd have to be dealing with people and making nice all day.
-I do not want to live a "normal" life. The idea of trying to find a "good" job that involves punching a clock at 9 every morning to pay for a house that I'd fill up with useless crap, most of which I'd store and never look at again, and then being tied to that lifestyle and feeling like I could never leave it, seems like insanity to me, slavery really. I don't want stuff - I think it distracts from actually living life. I want to go places and learn things and create things and think my thoughts. I'm tentatively planning to live in a van and have a nomadic lifestyle after college... researching the hell out of it to get the logistics figured out, I know it would be a rather difficult path to choose and probably not a magical hippie paradise as the stereotype makes it seem, but the freedom sounds so much better than most of the alternatives.
-Dunno how much bearing this has on my type, but the majority of the people I call friends are INxx types. My boyfriend is an INFP, and I "click" with him like no one else I have ever met, though in many ways we are quite different.
Thanks for reading! What type do I sound like to you?
It sorta makes sense only in my head, I think, but it actually did help me refine how I conceptualized reality.
