Vihdoinkin se on tapahtumassa: me introvertit vaadimme oikeuksiamme. The Atlantic -lehdessä kirjoittaa Jonathan Rauch artikkelissaan mm. seuraavaa:
Are introverts misunderstood? Wildly. That, it appears, is our lot in life. “It is very difficult for an extrovert to understand an introvert,” write the education experts Jill D. Burruss and Lisa Kaenzig. (They are also the source of the quotation in the previous paragraph.) Extroverts are easy for introverts to understand, because extroverts spend so much of their time working out who they are in voluble, and frequently inescapable, interaction with other people. They are as inscrutable as puppy dogs. But the street does not run both ways. Extroverts have little or no grasp of introversion. They assume that company, especially their own, is always welcome. They cannot imagine why someone would need to be alone; indeed, they often take umbrage at the suggestion. As often as I have tried to explain the matter to extroverts, I have never sensed that any of them really understood. They listen for a moment and then go back to barking and yipping.
Ekstrovertit (tai ekstravertit, kuten termi oikeammin kuuluu) hallitsevat maailmaa:
Extroverts therefore dominate public life. This is a pity. If we introverts ran the world, it would no doubt be a calmer, saner, more peaceful sort of place. As Coolidge is supposed to have said, “Don’t you know that four fifths of all our troubles in this life would disappear if we would just sit down and keep still?” (He is also supposed to have said, “If you don’t say anything, you won’t be called on to repeat it.” The only thing a true introvert dislikes more than talking about himself is repeating himself.)
Rauch jatkaa myöhemmin:
The worst of it is that extroverts have no idea of the torment they put us through. Sometimes, as we gasp for air amid the fog of their 98-percent-content-free talk, we wonder if extroverts even bother to listen to themselves. Still, we endure stoically, because the etiquette books—written, no doubt, by extroverts—regard declining to banter as rude and gaps in conversation as awkward.
Rauchin artikkeli sai minut selvittämään mistä on kysymys. Mainittu Meyres-Brigg tuntui jotenkin etäisesti tutulta, mutta otinpä asiasta selvää. Paitsi jo mainittu Wikipedian sivu, myös täältä löytyy lisää tietoa. Humanmetricsin sivuilla on myös testi, jonka tein.
Tulos? INFP. Selityksiä mm. täällä ja täällä. Paras taisi olla:
INFPs never seem to lose their sense of wonder. One might say they see life through rose-colored glasses. It’s as though they live at the edge of a looking-glass world where mundane objects come to life, where flora and fauna take on near-human qualities.
Paljonhan näissä osuu kohdalleen, mutta niin horoskoopissakin?
