Tuesday, November 28, 2006
If There Was A Letter Before "A"
Someone who hardly knows me just told me that I have given the impression of being a Type A personality. Actually, he said that if there was a letter before "A" that is how much of a Type A I would be. Of course, I immediately googled Type A Personality.
And as I read I thought to myself - well, Konkin, you could get defensive or you could see what truth there might be in what was offered. I do hate being late and when others are late. I hate it. It is annoying to me. Do I lose my mind? Let it ruin my day? Yell or scream or act with disrespcet because of lateness? No. God, I live in BC after all, the province of perpetual lateness. But I do find it annoying. Do I multi-task? Damn rights I do. But I am also much more skilled at being at complete peace with just 'being' and accomplishing nothing than almost anyone I know. Maybe I am just good at relaxing because I know that I have gotten everything done before hand? Now, do I like cleanliness? Yep. Is my house extremely neat? Yep. I believe that your surroundings are a direct reflection of your inner state, so if you are living in chaos then it will follow...you get the idea. My sanctuary is comfy and well taken care of and welcoming. Do I lay awake at night if I didn't do the 4 dishes in the sink? No. Do I make people put their glasses on coasters and fill my home with ornate niknaks that I am afraid people will break? No. Do I not own a pet because I hate having my shoes chewed, my furniture slaughtered and hair all over everything I own? Hmmmm, busted.
So, I guess I am Type A. Or Type Z. Or Type AA+. Maybe. But I think I am more balanced than just being that one thing all the time. I think I am too goofy and kind and creative to be shut too tightly into that box. But enough self-reflection. It is making my head hurt.
(she sings in a sing songy voice)
Tomorrow I get my MacBook!
Tomorrow I get my MacBook!
Tomorrow I get my MacBook!
Tra la la la la, la la la la.
Send me safe road energy as I drive through our wild blizzards to get to Regina. Right now I am off to take a very hot shower in an attempt to defrost my feet which are frozen blocks of ice. Mom doesn't believe in using that new fandangled invention called HEAT.
I am sure if I were Type B, I wouldn't even notice.
And as I read I thought to myself - well, Konkin, you could get defensive or you could see what truth there might be in what was offered. I do hate being late and when others are late. I hate it. It is annoying to me. Do I lose my mind? Let it ruin my day? Yell or scream or act with disrespcet because of lateness? No. God, I live in BC after all, the province of perpetual lateness. But I do find it annoying. Do I multi-task? Damn rights I do. But I am also much more skilled at being at complete peace with just 'being' and accomplishing nothing than almost anyone I know. Maybe I am just good at relaxing because I know that I have gotten everything done before hand? Now, do I like cleanliness? Yep. Is my house extremely neat? Yep. I believe that your surroundings are a direct reflection of your inner state, so if you are living in chaos then it will follow...you get the idea. My sanctuary is comfy and well taken care of and welcoming. Do I lay awake at night if I didn't do the 4 dishes in the sink? No. Do I make people put their glasses on coasters and fill my home with ornate niknaks that I am afraid people will break? No. Do I not own a pet because I hate having my shoes chewed, my furniture slaughtered and hair all over everything I own? Hmmmm, busted.
So, I guess I am Type A. Or Type Z. Or Type AA+. Maybe. But I think I am more balanced than just being that one thing all the time. I think I am too goofy and kind and creative to be shut too tightly into that box. But enough self-reflection. It is making my head hurt.
(she sings in a sing songy voice)
Tomorrow I get my MacBook!
Tomorrow I get my MacBook!
Tomorrow I get my MacBook!
Tra la la la la, la la la la.
Send me safe road energy as I drive through our wild blizzards to get to Regina. Right now I am off to take a very hot shower in an attempt to defrost my feet which are frozen blocks of ice. Mom doesn't believe in using that new fandangled invention called HEAT.
I am sure if I were Type B, I wouldn't even notice.
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