Myers-Briggs personality types

[pauraque_bk]

I recently changed my userinfo to mention that I'm an INFP, which is really a very accurate description of my personality. Quite often, I find myself wanting to explain my actions by saying "it's an INFP thing".

So, in the interest of fostering understanding (and that's an INFP thing), I've put together a poll. I added the Hogwarts question on a whim; if a lot of people respond, I'll collate the two and see if the same types end up in the same houses.

If you don't know your type, there are tests here and here.

EDIT: For collating the results, I'll use all responses received within 72 hours. (That means before 10:30am Pacific Time on Tuesday, 3/23.) If you show up after that, feel free to take the survey anyway; it's just that there's a limit to how much data I can process.

EDIT2: The 72 hours are up. You're still welcome to take the survey, of course. The last respondent to make it in under the wire was izmeina. I'll let quickquote know when the results are prepared.

EDIT3: The results are here.

[Poll #265921]

Comments

[caesia390.livejournal.com]

>:}

Ethics....... that word really isn't in my vocabulary. Right and wrong... I don't operate so much on a gray-scale as a RGB spectrum. It's part of the reason why Lupin gives me so much trouble. His actions bother me because they cause pain for others whom I sympathize with, but from his own point of view... They make sense.

My sense of failure... I hate depending on people. I hate being a nuisance. I get so annoyed at other people; I just apply that same lack of consideration to others. >:} And the fact that, as an INTP, I'm so detached and analytical I rarely give any kind of shit about what others deem important (eg, college degree) except on a purely intellectual level... But then when I do care about something (*coughfictionalwerewolves*) I'm absolutely obsessed... And that in itself carries a sense of failure. What impact, after all, does a fictional werewolf really have on my life??? Am I just seeking an escape from my real responsibilities? And why are they my responsibilities, anyway? What can I learn from myself in this situation? How can I apply it to my future??? And depending on my mood, I emerge blithe and fancy-free or.... quivering in a lump of fear at the afore-mentioned impeding doom....

Life. Gotta love it. :} So when I've worked myself into a state of depression, flipping burgers for a living, and am forced to survive once more on the guilt-purchased charity of my parents... you can tell me I followed my heart? :}