So many people I know through the workplace have done the Myers Briggs nonsense and hold onto their persona like a badge of pride. They’re well meaning, intelligent people who don’t know the background of MB and how it’s as scientifically rigorous as those paper chatterboxes we made in school to help you find out which boy you were going to marry by picking a colour.
I don’t say anything when people bring it up. I also have a few star sign friends. Sigh.
Oh mine got the memo. They lay peacefully, horizontally in my jaw, like little Saddam Husseins until they decided they wanted to visit other parts of my jaw and make friends along the way.