Posts Tagged ‘I’

So, psychology has become a rather recent interest of mine. I mean- I guess I’ve been intrigued with abnormal psychology and personality psychology for some time now, but I didn’t really research it until I took Psychology 101 this past year (which was definitely one of my favorite classes, losing only to Advanced Creative Writing).

About a month ago I became interested in the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator test. Some people think it’s bull. Some people stand by it. I think it’s interesting and, yes, I do stand by my results.

Though I haven’t taken the official test, I’ve taken multiple (okay, 3) online tests and each one has produced the same result: INFJ. Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Judging.

Researching deeper and deeper into the meaning of this four letter combination offered surprising insight into how I have felt about myself, and even put some aspects of my personality into sentences that perfectly described them in a way I could not.

Now, I realize- and the makers and proliferaters of the test recognize- that no one fits his or her type description exactly, but that doesn’t stop the test from being intriguing, or certain aspects of one’s results from ringing true.

Here is a link to the test I recommend: http://www.16personalities.com/free-personality-test

If you like, you may leave your results as comments. I’d like to know if there are any other INFJs out there, considering we are The Rarest type.

 

What torments You?

Your pincers are twitching

abnormally.

You see, we are born

to combat like this.

You shrink at Dawn,

I recede at Dusk.

What torments You?

Is it the sea

sweeping up against your legs?

But that’s Your home.

It should worry me, not You.

Is it this shadow?

this moonless dark

that I create?

We are of the same size.

I cannot overshadow you-

your eyes wriggle

at level with my mane.

I would not wish to harm you

Or is it I?

You want me to understand,

but we are so different-

blood-colored

and amber,

diffusing in the sunset

only for you to glow,

in Your pale nocturnal spotlight,

like a star upon the sand.

I am a beast.

As are You.

Do not focus solely

on our differences.

We cannot fully

comprehend one another,

but I do not cease trying.

What torments You?

Is it all those eyes

raised to You?

All the things You must do?

You must keep up appearances–

hide the scratches on your shell,

keep your eyes earnest, open

and unassuming.

Your life was so placid,

so benignly deluded,

you were not woken.

Until that day.

When the Lion

pounced on the Crab,

and the Crab’s gurgle for assistance

was promptly answered

by the fearsome Bear.

And in the ensuing battle,

You scuttled away

for fear of being crushed,

when I had already

splintered your shell

by sheer weight

and want.

In the darkness

we found one another.

Somewhere in the land

of obscurity,

where laughter echoes across

a moor blended black

with the landscape whole.

Heat from obsidian,

the very air boiling to a haze

within such a place

ignited by two hands finding

each other

in starless dark

which melted with hills,

so no horizon existed.

There

we were part of the blackness.

We were together

so I could touch

and understand you,

and you, I.

And, invisible within the dark,

we said not a word.

We simply

were.