Ooh Chloe

It's not very often that a person comes along who makes you instantly feel like they "get you." It's even rarer for that person to be singer who passed away before you were born. I have a knack for getting in unlikely situations, and my love for Eric Hilliard Nelson (Ricky/Rick Nelson) is one of them. It was early August and I just had foot surgery. I was sitting in the house, bored, in pain, and melting from the 100°+ weather. I was just discovering the world of 50s and 60s music. To me, this was Elvis and Dion and the Belmonts. That's it. I had exhausted their music that was available on Spotify. As much as I loved that sound, how many times can a girl listen to the same two artists in a week? The friend who was helping me during surgery recovery was probably tired of Elvis and Dion, too. She suggested that I look up "Ricky Nelson." I almost didn't because I am a creature of habit, and change scares me. Then I realized that I had nothing to lo

For the past few weeks I have been reading Flappers and Philosophers, which is a collection of short stories by F. Scott Fitzgerald. A few days ago I finished "The Ice Palace". I will give you a quick run down of the book, and then explain why it was so moving to me. The story starts off with the main character, Sally Carrol, explaining to a good friend of her's, Clark Darrow, why she can't stay in their little southern town of Tarleton. Sally Carrol wants more opportunity, more adventure,and  more options. She wants to live it up. She goes on to tell him why she is engaged to a "Yankee" and that she loves the boys in Tarleton, but she could never marry them. Throughout the day, Sally Carrol and Clark go swimming and drive around. Later, Harry, the man she is to marry, comes down to visit Sally Carrol. While he is here, they stop at the cemetery. Sally Carrol goes to the cemetery a lot. She reads the tombstones and imagines what kind of people they were,

Simply stated, I am an introvert who uses my intuition; is symbolic; enjoys the arts and science; is sensitive, loyal, and emotional; but also can be somewhat detached and logical; and holds truer to my personal values than anything else. I suppose you could call me an MBTI mutt because I'm not a pure INFJ or INTJ. I have noticed that when I am stressed I favor my INTJness, but other than that I favor INFJ.  INFJs are good at making their point in writing, but not verbally. If I have convey information or want to to explain how I feel to someone, my INFJ and INTJ mix: I write everything I want to say in a nice concise list. I often speak in metaphors or use symbols. It is difficult for me to just explain something in black and white because I need to use comparisons. It's quite easy for me to make these comparisons, because everything is connected in some way in my mind. Sometimes it feels as though people don't understand my comparisons or what I have to say. If it's r

Before I tell about my results, I want to post about the basics of Myers-Briggs. When you take the quiz, you will get a combination of four different letters that represent "functions". The first letter will be either an E or an I, for Extroverted or Introverted.  Introverted does not mean "shy", it just means that after socializing you're drained and need to recharge. An extrovert recharges through social interactions. The second letter will be an S or N, for Sensing or Intuitive. This deals with how you take in and apply information. A "senser" will rely on concrete information obtained through the five senses in a past experience. A senser also learns better through hands-on experience. An intuitive will pay attention to themes, patterns, and meanings of information, and tend to think through situations rather that doing (hands-on). A senser will look to the past for physical evidence of how a system or method works. An intuitive will rem

I said I would talk more about the MBTI yesterday, so as an honest person, here I am. This post will focus on my days before I took the MBTI Test. All my life, I have been different. As a young child, I can remember feeling older. When I was in daycare, I assumed the responsibility of watching the others as if I worked there. Sometimes this got me in to trouble... like the time I fed a baby two full bottles, and one of them wasn't even hers! Most of the time, I did a decent job though. As I got older and became school aged, my "old soul" further developed. I would walk the perimeter of the playground alone, and think about my life, the lives of my peers, why things were the way they were, how the government works, what career I want, the best parenting methods, and many other things that some college aged people don't think about. My soul was aging exponentially quicker than I actually was. As time went by, I became a deeper thinker. Everything was (and still is)