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Spotted outside The Shipwright Arms. Coleville Street, Battery Point. November 2011.

So I did this Myers-Briggs thing the other day, and it turns out I am a classic INTJ which pegs me at introversion, intuition, thinking and judgment – which is one of the rarest of the sixteen personality types, and accounts for about 1–4% of the population.


Window #1, The Shipwright Arms. Coleville Street, Battery Point. November 2011.

Quite correctly, INTJs are referred to as Masterminds, one of the four types belonging to the temperament called the Rationals. The Meyer-Briggs Foundation define us INTJs as
Have[ing] original minds and great drive for implementing their ideas and achieving their goals. Quickly see patterns in external events and develop long-range explanatory perspectives. When committed, organize a job and carry it through. Skeptical and independent, have high standards of competence and performance – for themselves and others.



Window #2, The Shipwright Arms. Coleville Street, Battery Point. November 2011.

INTJs are analytical beings who eschew leadership roles, although we are prepared to lead if no one else seems up to the task, or if they see a major weakness in the current leadership. We tend to be pragmatic, logical, and creative with a low tolerance for rampant emotionalism. They are not generally susceptible to catchphrases and do not recognise authority based on tradition, rank, or title.

Now, I am usually dubious about these things, but I think that this INTJ thing has nailed me.


Window #3, The Shipwright Arms. Coleville Street, Battery Point. November 2011.

So I put it to you, dear reader; to take this test and tell me in the comments the box within which Jung would have put you. Does it sound like you? Are YOU susceptible to rampant emotionalism?

I'd dearly love to know...

Comments

smudgeon said…
Join the club - every time I do one of these things (okay, so twice), I end up with INTJ...

I'm not sure I agree with all the "expressed" stuff at the end, sounds far too dashy & emotional for my liking.
Roddy said…
I am wondering if Jesus may also have been an INTJ?
Like you they also nailed him!
Sue said…
I am ISFJ - Protector/Guardian.
According to Myers-Briggs, ISFJs are interested in maintaining order and harmony in every aspect of their lives. They are steadfast and meticulous in handling their responsibilities. Although quiet, they are people-oriented and very observant. Not only do they remember details about others, but they observe and respect others’ feelings. Friends and family are likely to describe them as thoughtful and trustworthy.
I do believe this may describe me a bit...or at least I would like to think so.
And Roddy...hahahaha...that was very funny!

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