ENFJ, Etc.

Last Friday night, I tapped into white whine & spaghetti, cross-legged on the porch, with Maddy '09, Emma '10 and friend Charles. Somehow, Myers-Briggs came up, those personality tests, which I hadn't knownt to be a) so accurate or b) such fodder for hilarity. Charles' "type" matches that of (apparently) Mother Mary and St. Luke. Emma's matches Steve Urkle. Charles owns a large book called Please Understand Me that gives full explications of each of the four major types. The qualities are Extraversion v. Introversion, INtuiting v. Sensing, Thinking v. Feeling, and Judging v. Perceiving. Turns out I'm an ENFJ. In addition to the accuracy of these readings, they're actually tremendously helpful in muddling out some of the different characteristics and communication styles of my friends. I've become quite a pest: what's your Myers-Briggs type? Before you know it, I'll be accosting young ladies in bars and saying, "Hey, baby. What's your sign?" Thank goodness I'm too young to go to bars, other than dairy bars.

Speaking of, Chuck took this pic during "Mt. Hope," when we improvised a very classy dinner event, followed by bowling and ice cream. It's not summer, per se, but it gets the mood.