When I was at my lowest-self-esteem, I reached out to legitimate mbti practitioners. Long story short, if you understand how your brain is wired, you can begin to see your blind spots and finally get better of them.
So, they typed me.
Of course, I didn’t agree with it at the time. I thought I was more magical, special, and some deviant… a unique exception to the rule. Why? Because I didn’t identify with my struggle– most of us don’t.
Despite the fact that I was doing exactly what she said I’d do.
I just thought the reason mattered– sure, maybe other EXXPs jump around because of their uncontrollable curiosity but not me. No, I’m looking for my unique purpose in life… and that’s different #Puke.
Anyways, point is they were right. And after having more of the same, I grew sick and tired and then finally wiser.
That led me to starting something and sticking which pulled me out, but that’s not the point of this story.
The point here is that was just step 1.
You can now move onto problem number 2.
Toddler fury over inanimate objects perfect timing.
Yesterday, my car alarm starts going off. I spring to action immediately to answer the cry for help, and make sure no particular intruder set off the bat signal. I’m standing there shooting my car with the clicker, but no response……
… I try what every capable American would. I keep pushing the button, harder, now I’m trying different combinations– Lock, unlock, alarm.
Still nothing.
The alarm goes silent from it’s annoying cry, but I can’t get into my car.
The clicker died, despite the battery being changed a year ago.
So my car, which is supposedly not alive, has decided to switch sides and lock me out. Rage.
Instant rage.
I could tell you what happens afterwards and how I drove to two different shops to get the clicker replaced, one had the tool for the job but no battery, the other had batteries and no tool — but I’ll spare you the details.
The day ended it with me discovering, it’s not the battery at all.
And on a more personal level, I still have a lot of work to do.
No human being can TOP the anger that comes from these seemingly unalive objects getting me.
How am I working on this?
By recognizing this will forever be a thing, and on these days I will stay true to the character I want to have.
Instead of driving around like a lunatic, I’ll go straight home. Stay enjoying the night and deal with it next day.
Put yourself first next time.
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