I decided to take Gretchen Rubin's quiz after all (lots of fun surprises in reading your responses to that post!), and it tells me that I am an Upholder. I am always a little skeptical about binary divisions, though. I don't have a Myers-Briggs type, because I split three of the parameters right down the middle. The first time I took it I was 16 and eager to learn The Truth about my inner workings. The guy who was administering the test looked at me skeptically when he saw my results: 10-10 for I-E, 16-4 for N, 11-9 for F-T, and 10-10 for P-J. "Were you trying to game the results?" he asked me, squinty-eyed. I hadn't been trying to game the results at all, and I was genuinely worried that he seemed so surprised. "I have no personality!" I wailed afterward.
I do in fact have a personality. It just doesn't fit tidily into the Myers-Briggs taxonomy.
You'd think I would have learned in the intervening 31 years not to worry so much about other people's dubious binary breakdowns, but alas, here I stood in 2017 assuming I was the only Obliger around because the world is chock full of disciplined Upholders and cool Questioners and devil-may-care Rebels. But nope: not an Obliger, apparently, and if I were I'd be far from alone.
This week I have been working away on getting pictures into albums. Hold on, I feel a .gif coming on here...
...because it is not my favorite task. But I am slogging through it anyway; I'm up to November 2016. I am shaking my head about the group pictures as I go. As a family we are just plain bad at getting ourselves into an orderly group in which everybody looks at the camera and smiles. The Christmas picture is an annual exercise in "which one of these three dozen pictures is the least bad?" And if we only have a couple of shots, as in the First Communion family pictures, it's destined to be ridiculous. Throw in the least bit of technical difficulty (weirdly aimed flash at First Communion created strange pockets of glare and shadow) and you wind up with something that makes me shake my head as I stick it down on the page.
Now that the kids are bigger we have fewer pictures of people doing quirky things. We have lots of pictures of people blowing out birthday candles, and of people reading books that amuse me. I'm going to be able to make a photo montage of Stella reading Shakespeare at every age she's ever been, because I keep taking pictures of her poring over the Complete Works. This one is called Tape Measure In Motion, With Added Shakespeare. I do not remember why I thought I needed a picture of Pete playing with the tape measure. October was a long time ago. But this was our life in the fall of 2016: Pete's hair still pale from the summer sun, Stella momentarily diverted from her spot deep in the bowels of the Complete Works, books piled on the end table as always.
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