summer of 2005

the mysterious dichotomy of the JB

The JB was prevailed upon a few months ago to complete the Keirsey personality test. We (and when I say "we" I mean "I") were entertained to discover that the JB is the Protector Guardian. Ah! my JB. He lives to serve! And (seriously) it did help me understand his (somewhat insistent) need to be helpful. It was sweet. And it matched. Or so we thought. Because then I found this site (where I confirmed to my insufferable smugness, that I have the same personality type as Nelson Mandela. I am secretly very impressed with myself over this. We are rare, me and Nelson. 1% of the population. I wonder if he has the same infuriating level of self-satisfaction as I do. Well. Perhaps not.) and sat the (reluctant, after the last time) JB down for further insights into his nature. Only this time, he came out as this.
The Overseer. Now as I understand it, the overseer is a bossy McD*nalds manager person with a clipboard in his hand, who lives to order people around.
"ESTJs live in a world of facts and concrete needs. They live in the present, with their eye constantly scanning their personal environment to make sure that everything is running smoothly and systematically."
See what I am saying? Clipboard? Lists? System? I have also to say that some of these traits are not entirely alien to the JB. And that the type is shared by some of the least successful and in some cases actually disastrous US Presidents. The B*sh man being the first that springs to mind.

How can this be? He lives to serve and yet to order people around. This must make for some confusing and exhausting darting around and changing of costume, at the very least. Which is it, JB? pencil behind the ear or lemsip drink in hand?


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