This is why I'm medicated

Yesterday morning on my way to work I saw a dead cat.

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I just paused from writing this post to go take the Myers Briggs personality test. For self-diagnosis, one of my favorite activities. The test features simple Yes or No questions such as:

You often do jobs in a hurry

and

You often think of humankind and its destiny

and

You prefer to read a book than go to a party

and

You value justice higher than mercy

Strangely, I had trouble coming up with answers for some of those. Perhaps it was the harshly interrogative tone of the test. I kept looking for easily answerable questions, like "You spent the majority of this test wishing we'd just give you specific scenarios and a concrete definition of often, because you're the type of person who can't answer a Yes or No question without an accompanying essay stating your position, with caveats," to which I could have EASILY answered Yes, but alas. Apparently I'm an INFJ—an Introverted iNtuition Feeling Judgment.*

*Not to split hairs, but shouldn't it be Introverted Intuitive Feeling Judge?

To figure out what exactly my score meant, I clicked on the link to the analysis by Joe Butt. (!) Aside from quoting Shakespeare, Mr. Butt correctly pegged me as a suspicious yet sympathetic individual with a knack for fluency and nonverbal sensitivity.

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Thank you, Myers Briggs. Now I understand! I felt badly for the cat. So I did what any good sensitive introvert would do: I listened to Foo Fighters' "Home" on a loop for the rest of the day.

Home - Foo Fighters