“Have you ever done Myers Briggs?” My friend texted me earlier today. I bring out the random in people.
“I’m ENTJ,” was her answer. “Chief.” I googled ENTJ. It means she’s someone who is going to go out into the corporate world with a strong fist and a fierce energy, and just dominate.
“Sure you’ve never done it? I’m curious.” She texted again, practicing her going-out-into-the-world-and-achieving-goals skill set.
“Maybe. Fine. Yes. Yes yes yes.” I was – and am – ENFJ. The Giver. It means I’m all about people and the future, all friendly and loving, affectionate and interactive. I define my days around what others want, and apparently my values according to those of my friends.
Ages ago, back when I was at Creighton and a lil fish in a much littler sea, I took a similar type of exam.
“You. Are. WOO.” It announced. “WOOER.” Woo stands for ‘Winning Others Over.’ I was a Winning Others Over’er, meaning I could wander my way into a crowd and charm the (literal?) socks off them.
I found it funny. “Woo! Woohoo! WOO! HOO!” The guy I was dating at the time, however, did not.
“It means you’re flaky, you know. That you have lots of people in your life but that it never goes very deep.” He was a ray of sunshine.
To some extent, he was right. I’ve always been good at meeting people, and a bit better at forgetting them. I blame my gypsy blood, my hippy parents, my life of growing up in state after state and city after city.
And yet here at Cambridge, I’ve started to put down serious roots. Roots. The word terrifies me. Suddenly and surprisingly, there are people that make me want to stay. I’ve found a city where I can see myself living for more than just a few months.
I’ve found folks that make me reconsider my wandering, wooing ways.
“How have you changed since coming to Cam?” Again, we’re back to the question that the woman from the Davies-Jackson Committee asked me the other day. How have I changed? I’ve learned to move beyond WOO and into the real, embracing the lil ENFJ that’s in me through the most amazing people possible.
Folks like the ENTJ girl.
Folks like the Pentathletes, with whom I’m spending tonight enacting a Murder Mystery. It’s called the “Sour Grapes of Wrath” and was available for free online. We’re staying classy.
Folks like the astounding academics and professors that are changing the world through this very university, or businesses and international travelers that are changing the world through their moves, gestures, efforts. It’s a place of transition and excitement, adventure and development.
It’s the sort of environment where a Giver can prosper and a WOO’er can woo… or at least dress up in different costumes, surround herself with the dearest of friends, think about Big Ideas and celebrate the small joys in life.
Now excuse me while I go and answer more random texts.