I took an enneagram test. Apparently I am shallow. Isn't that what all the sextrology books said about me too?
I must be impressive and attractive to be happy.
I must be secure and safe to be happy.
I must be peaceful and easy to get along with to be happy.
I must be perfect and good to be happy.
I also got INTP, Sally, what did I get in college that you totally disagreed with and then touched me and I went all euuuwww? I forget! I now it was an I, but other than that.
But how much of this is innate and how much is being a WASPy orphan? I mean Moms has said "WTF is with hugging friends you see every week??" (Obviously, not a direct quote) and I realized, well, that's where I get THAT from. Hugs are only for relatives, friends you haven't seen in, oh, five years (hi saz!!!!) and boys you fancy and want to brush your rack against.
This week there is going to be option a and b and I am rilly, rilly hoping for option c (under the guise of b, but of course)
Posted by rosemary at August 24, 2005 12:05 AMHa! I think you got an INFP that time. INFPs are notoriously overemotional hippies. I usually am an INTJ, although I like parties and sometimes going out with people energizes me, but it really depends. I don't like being a Taurus because it's freaking earth-mothery. Ugh, I can smell the casserole of destiny.