hazy_reflection | "Unlimited, my future is unlimited!"

It's been a while since I actually really posted anything in either of my journals. It's odd how I've changed so much in the past year. I blame it on my job. =P But it's good blame, I suppose, as I seem to have changed for the better.

My personality according to tests and whatever haven't seemed to change, as I do believe this result is the same one I've been getting for the past five years...

You Are An INFP

The Idealist

You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.
Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.
It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.
But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.

In love, you tend to have high (and often unrealistic) standards.
You are very sensitive. You tend to have intense feelings.

At work, you need to do something that expresses your personal values.
You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.

How you see yourself: Unselfish, empathetic, and spiritual

When other people don't get you, they see you as: Unrealistic, naive, and weak

What's Your Personality Type?

Either way, it's brought to the forefront of my mind something that I've been thinking about for a while now. As far as my life and a probable career sometime in the future. It's odd, maybe, that now I think back on the things I've done and I literally slap myself for being such a schmuck and dropping out of school. Now, I'm actually working to save money so I can go back. I think I've finally figured out what I actually want to do with my life...strange as that may be. The one thing that keeps going over and over in my mind, though, is that if I want a job in psychology, shouldn't I figure myself out first? Someone once told me, though, that it doesn't matter if you can't figure yourself out, as long as you can figure other people out. But...that almost doesn't make sense. Probably because I told it to myself back when I was 20. Was I actually that brain dead four and a half years ago? I thought that getting away from California was what I wanted, was what I needed. I don't feel that way anymore, partially because I don't feel lost anymore, and partially because I've felt some closure. I can talk to certain people and not feel...angry, or completely depressed when I think of the impact they've had on my life. I made choices, I've grown and changed in ways I never thougt I would've grown.

And I guess I've made good choices, and I guess I've grown into a positive person who's actually nice to people now. I'm not so afraid of social gatherings, as I've even held some of my very own, albeit, social gatherings filled with liquid courage, but still, social gatherings all the same. It's a start, right? Right. And I've made friends, though I don't know how. After the job switch to Marie Callender's, I found myself going about my business, being the same person I was at El Torito, but now, a year and a half later, I have friends. I go out to movies with people, I go out drinking with people, I hang out with people. It's so weird. I, the anti-social queen of my world, have friends who actually want to be in my presence. And no, that's not meant to sound egotistical or anything. But...it's just an odd feeling I suppose.

And then there's my internetyness. I have friends on-line too. Good friends who I'm so glad I've met and that, if I ever make it to the east coast even for a short vacation, I would love to finally meet face to face. Definitely my Harry Potter peeps, but also the few other people who've made some sort of impact on my ever expanding life.

I don't know what the point of this post was...but it felt good to get these words out.

Oh, and I've decided that I'm going to write a book. I don't care if it gets published, or if it even gets read by anyone, but I'm going to write it. It may be predictable and it may be thought of as a horrible waste of time by someone out there who reads it, but I'm going to write it. Because I want to. And just because...

Among other things...