Posts Tagged ‘Psychology’

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.

 

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This mirror distorts.

It outdoes the complexity of concavity

and convexity.

It ripples, the scene changes.

It matches the ego,

the mood of the day.

One current will rip through, the other

weaken. Positive.

Negative.

All the synapses connect here-

the hippocampian looking glass.

By the light of the full moon

something in me twists

and surges from bottom of feet

to skull,

pounding for release.

By pale light of day

I am shut in this blue-walled cage,

isolated.

And something pounds, claws,

beats tiny, scaly fists

against my forehead; and

something drooling and yellow-eyed

thrums and growls within my chest.

 

There are people who swallow

colonies of liquid in bottles,

who breathe in ash

and press their eyelids against

their pus-colored rotting fingertips,

but not me. These people take in new monsters.

I already have enough monsters in me.

I don’t need this world to put more in.

When the Heart

rests behind Eyes-

and shocks one Giddy,

it- Blinds.