Healer Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in striving for their ends, and informative and introverted in their interpersonal relations. Healer present a seemingly tranquil, and noticeably pleasant face to the world, and though to all appearances they might seem reserved, and even shy, on the inside they are anything but reserved, having a capacity for caring not always found in other types. They care deeply-indeed, passionately-about a few special persons or a favorite cause, and their fervent aim is to bring peace and integrity to their loved ones and the world.
Healers have a profound sense of idealism derived from a strong personal morality, and they conceive of the world as an ethical, honorable place. Indeed, to understand Healers, we must understand their idealism as almost boundless and selfless, inspiring them to make extraordinary sacrifices for someone or something they believe in. The Healer is the Prince or Princess of fairytale, the King's Champion or Defender of the Faith, like Sir Galahad or Joan of Arc. Healers are found in only 1 percent of the general population, although, at times, their idealism leaves them feeling even more isolated from the rest of humanity.
excerpt from "The Potrait of a Healer Idealist". The description of me and people like me. I took their test and that's a portion of the overall explanation of my hidden-and-now-partly-surfaced personality. Partially, i couldn't agree more. Some might not be applicable for me (or me not wanting to admit it does have a substantial affiliations, i don't know). But hey, it's good. Below is the link, if you are one of those details-seeking freaks.
http://keirsey.com/personality/nfip.html
so guys, you know you want to. knock yourself out. here is the link.
http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp
take the test honestly.
there's no point to any of this. it's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. so I take pleasure in the details. you know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt..troy dyer in reality bites.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
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