Personality types

If there ever was a "Type A" person, it'd be me. Hands down, no questions asked, thank you, have a nice day.

I'd like to apologize for that.

I'm going back to this weird lack of sleep induced self-consciousness. I've been trolling around a few blogs lately and I want to cry at the things I read. I cried watching Glee last night, but that was TOTALLY LEGIT. But I'm not the person who cries. My mother and two older sisters have, since I can remember, called me out on my inability to cry at emotional moments. Madame Butterfly? My mom had to remind me where the stage was. I was too busy looking at the tears to see what was going on onstage.


So here's my goal: I want to try to be more "Type B" without losing my "Type A" self. Is that too contradictory? It probably is. And there's my problem from a blog I wrote a few months back, something about Sylvia Plath and her quote from The Bell Jar that fits me to a tee. Pardon my paraphrasing, but I can't remember it off the top of my head: If wanting two mutually exclusive things at the same time is neurotic, then I'm neurotic as hell.

I'm also going to try to be more insightful without all the cynicism and pessimism. Maybe then people will like me >_______< that much better. :) Here's to hope!