Personality type-A in the streets

For many years, I believed my ultimate dream was to become a manager. Don’t get me wrong, I still envision my career to lead me to some sort of plaque on an office door. But I am currently temporarily filling a role that feels like really big shoes and now I am questioning my whole life.

I’ve started to describe myself as a personality type A, which turns out to be all about trying to be social and efficient, ambitious, organized, impatient, anxious, and status-conscious. May develop a state of Magnesium deficiency, ultimately leading to heart problems.

Basically your typical adulting individual.

The funny thing is that type B is not even the opposite, it’s just Hufflepuff.

Lower stress levels, not focused on winning or losing, tolerant, and more of a daydreamer.

Now that we got through the fun-fact-with-Barbs portion of this article, let me tell you that ever since I had to learn to be a type A with responsibilities on the job, as opposed to a type A for fun as I used to be, I am actively and efficiently avoiding managing anything in my free time.

Now I identify as a pistachio.

Ever since I was a child, my favourite part of my birthday was the planning. Party planning would be my dream job if only it came with a corner office and a plaque on the door. Putting together the theme, guest list, planning activities and finishing details, ahh what joy!

For my birthday this year, I’ve even let my partner decide which takeaway to order from. I didn’t even put on clothes, I maintained an uneventful pyjama state and avoided making any decision.

To give you some context about what brought me to explore this topic: the second lockdown is finally over for us Victorian trouble-children. Last time we went out doing things and seeing people was for a brief ten days in March.

Yet again, it feels like we’re still in March so time is more of an abstract concept at this point.

Finally, we can do things and see people again, everyone is chanting to ‘Get on the beers’ and forgetting their masks at home. Like a metaphorical spring, reservations are blooming and birds are chirping ‘we have to catch up’ from every branch.

And then there’s me. Not type-A, not type-B, just simple pistachio.

I won’t say no to an invitation but I won’t be putting any effort in the planning of any catch-up. Happy to be social and relaxed, but I usually run out all my forks to give by 10 am each day. The very last thing I want to do in my free time is to be a type-A for fun and for free.

So, to all my type-A buddies, add magnesium to your survival kit and, pick an inanimate object to identify with and believe in its wisdom.



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