Musing
First upon the docket is the fact that I failed my personality test in human communication today.
- Its impossible to do this
- But I did.
Your responses are graphed onto a chart, and wherever the majority of lines intercect is your dominant personality. I swear to you that my lines made a neat square in the center. Each quadrant is a style, and where your intercections fall in those quadrants gives you your personality. A damn square in the direct center. Man I am a ball of confusion. My personality is a mess. A neat square of mess.
Two:
I picked on the road up again. You know you love a book when its already perforated enough that it folds in the most perfect of ways. I wrap my covers together, giving me one page to focus upon, and a neat little rectangle. On the road kisses back to front cover with the passion of young lovers. I want to move now. Not as in relocate, pack the uhaul, box my things move, but move. I want to lift one foot in front of the other and walk across the country. I want to see the midwest. i want time to freeze and slowly trickle backward, halting in a hesitant 1947. i will throw the pollution laced dust off of my feet and lift them. i am antsy now. i am counting my change, rattling it in my pockets and pouring over maps. i want to see des moines. i want to see denver. i want to put my red toes into the sand that embraces the pacific. i want to stand high above the napa valley and watch the hills roll down down sliding gently to a bottom as a child spins head over tail down the slope in his backyard. i am rubbing my neck, closing my eyes, and wishing hard. i want to walk out of work tomorrow with purpose. i want to see the world. i am a mover. i need to go. more than anything i need to see for myself the plains, feel the heat of mexico, wade to my ankles in the mississippi. i need to see something new. wherever i have never been has just become my new goal. i want a battered suitcase and a road trip. ill say it again. i gotta go.
lets run away. if only for a second.
- Its impossible to do this
- But I did.
Your responses are graphed onto a chart, and wherever the majority of lines intercect is your dominant personality. I swear to you that my lines made a neat square in the center. Each quadrant is a style, and where your intercections fall in those quadrants gives you your personality. A damn square in the direct center. Man I am a ball of confusion. My personality is a mess. A neat square of mess.
Two:
I picked on the road up again. You know you love a book when its already perforated enough that it folds in the most perfect of ways. I wrap my covers together, giving me one page to focus upon, and a neat little rectangle. On the road kisses back to front cover with the passion of young lovers. I want to move now. Not as in relocate, pack the uhaul, box my things move, but move. I want to lift one foot in front of the other and walk across the country. I want to see the midwest. i want time to freeze and slowly trickle backward, halting in a hesitant 1947. i will throw the pollution laced dust off of my feet and lift them. i am antsy now. i am counting my change, rattling it in my pockets and pouring over maps. i want to see des moines. i want to see denver. i want to put my red toes into the sand that embraces the pacific. i want to stand high above the napa valley and watch the hills roll down down sliding gently to a bottom as a child spins head over tail down the slope in his backyard. i am rubbing my neck, closing my eyes, and wishing hard. i want to walk out of work tomorrow with purpose. i want to see the world. i am a mover. i need to go. more than anything i need to see for myself the plains, feel the heat of mexico, wade to my ankles in the mississippi. i need to see something new. wherever i have never been has just become my new goal. i want a battered suitcase and a road trip. ill say it again. i gotta go.
lets run away. if only for a second.