“In alpha scrutiny,” says Safighter
It was mid-December of 2010, I was visiting someone I consider one of my best friends; Mariya from high school. We rarely ever see each other year ‘round, except for during winter season. I can not recall to you, the exact last time I had seen her from that moment. However, it was a pretty long while & we’d much to catch up on!!
During such we spoke of her, then we spoke of me & I explained to her the reason of my then meek nature. After going back & forth to her bedroom from her kitchen. She suggested that I take a test that she was keen on. She explained what it was of, I did not detest her suggestion. For, I too was keen on knowing what my type was.
The quiz took me much longer than usual. Not only because it consisted of a lot of questions. But, rather because my anxiety level was currently at an unusual high. I had just recently got out of “an out of the ordinary type” of relationship. My naturally excitable nature was far more excitable than what Masha was accustomed to.
The test was personality based by Carl Jung.
(If you wish or care to find out of yours as well. Then here: http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp)
Approximately 40 excruciating mins later, this was the result of my type: INFP.
It was the Idealist: Portrait of the Healer
(If you wish or care to find out what that type is. Then here: http://keirsey.com/4temps/healer.asp)
*I was mildly astounded at the result, because I had recently got out of the hell in my mind.
*If you have the time to wish or care to understand what I mean by that or how that even occurred & transformed. Then you may as so click on the following:
From: The Girl With Her Daddy Long Legs
Regarding my self-transformation:
1) A concise note from within my heart: http://herdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html
2) The more you love, the more love you attract: http://herdaddylonglegs.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html
My December Eighth Poem For Him
He is a bird & I am his cage
The poor bird thinks the wind is too strong for him to fly into
He sees my cage door flutter open wide over & over
Why does he turn the other way & dwell deeper in me?
Does he not know that I am trying to help him?
Sometimes when I sit still
I watch him fall asleep happily leaning on me
It seems as though he rather be right here than anywhere else
Okay, good my door is open again
I will remain silent, I want the wind to sing him my song
He slowly awakes & hops over to the door
Peeps out — spreads his wings
But instead of outwards, he flies back near the head of my body
He leans to fall asleep once more — the wind grows strong
Rustling his feathers while, he ignores my song
He sticks his left wing out, cocks up his head & chirps back loudly
Cocks down his head immediately & takes coverage with his left wing
He falls to sleep again
Our existence remains entangled
While I just stand in his presence with my unspoken wonderment