So it looks like I have now been declared an 'Introvert' by Myers Briggs and her type. I retook the test today, wondering if I would still be an ENTP, but no - looks like the last few years I have worked myself to be the rare breed of INTP - A type.
Anyways this is of no importance what so ever since the Strengths Finder test has 'Galluped' it's way to the fore front these days, and is what most people talk about.
The other day after a round of badminton with a few office colleagues, who barely know me, or have never worked with me - we sat down in a pub guessing each other's top 5 strengths. After a good hour of guessing the other's (two of them who actually have taken the test) strengths, it was finally time for people to guess mine. It took them a total of 5 minutes to guess each one of them correctly.
Talk about being an open book.
Ironically my top strength is 'Strategic'.
Anyways, this really was not the story that I wanted to tell after coming back from over a year long hiatus. I could have started with a 'I am alive' or 'I've been meaning to write more' or 'I have no clue how to start writing any more'.... But I am so disconnected with the world at the moment, that really I could not make myself go through the motions of small talk. Instead I just wanted to start with the very first thought in my mind.
Even if it is stupid, mundane or irrelevant.
Relevance is reverse engineered in any case. Like my real story was about what I have been up to in the last year. I want to talk about discovering myself a little more in that period. So much happened (inside my head) and so less on the surface. Isn't that the best case scenario for stories? They are made up in any case. Or at least their telling is as good as the teller's interpretation and limited only by his/her own imagination.
It's funny that I still come to back to conversations with this digital void. I know that people don't read blogs anymore. I know that video logs or short tweets or better still pictures are the only way people communicate these days. And yet I am holding on to this notion of speaking to an invisible audience. But it is therapeutic nonetheless. I don't have to come across as intelligent and coherent here. I can be as random, as honest and as dishonest as I want.
Maybe that is a freedom that only an introvert can truly appreciate.
Anyways this is of no importance what so ever since the Strengths Finder test has 'Galluped' it's way to the fore front these days, and is what most people talk about.
The other day after a round of badminton with a few office colleagues, who barely know me, or have never worked with me - we sat down in a pub guessing each other's top 5 strengths. After a good hour of guessing the other's (two of them who actually have taken the test) strengths, it was finally time for people to guess mine. It took them a total of 5 minutes to guess each one of them correctly.
Talk about being an open book.
Ironically my top strength is 'Strategic'.
Anyways, this really was not the story that I wanted to tell after coming back from over a year long hiatus. I could have started with a 'I am alive' or 'I've been meaning to write more' or 'I have no clue how to start writing any more'.... But I am so disconnected with the world at the moment, that really I could not make myself go through the motions of small talk. Instead I just wanted to start with the very first thought in my mind.
Even if it is stupid, mundane or irrelevant.
Relevance is reverse engineered in any case. Like my real story was about what I have been up to in the last year. I want to talk about discovering myself a little more in that period. So much happened (inside my head) and so less on the surface. Isn't that the best case scenario for stories? They are made up in any case. Or at least their telling is as good as the teller's interpretation and limited only by his/her own imagination.
It's funny that I still come to back to conversations with this digital void. I know that people don't read blogs anymore. I know that video logs or short tweets or better still pictures are the only way people communicate these days. And yet I am holding on to this notion of speaking to an invisible audience. But it is therapeutic nonetheless. I don't have to come across as intelligent and coherent here. I can be as random, as honest and as dishonest as I want.
Maybe that is a freedom that only an introvert can truly appreciate.
