That's Just How I Am

      I believe that my results from my Jung Typology Test was completely accurate. It couldn't have been more right on target. My results ended up being ESFJ. It says that they like being in charge. I'm always the one that like to be in charge. From kindergarden to now, being in charge is right up my ally. When I do get involved with something, I add a little something more to it. They called it zest, which is the perfect word for it. After doing something for others, I do expect something back in return. That's just how I am.
      They also explained that ESFJ's are easily hurt or wounded. I can agree to that as well. If someone upsets me, or does me wrong, that really interferes with my feelings, thinking, motivation, and all other necessities I need on a daily bases. I don't forgive easy either. I can hold grudges on the littlest things. That's just how I am.
      I do wrestle with making the right decision over the wrong decision. I battle that every single day. Should I do my homework tonight or wait til the day it's due? Should I hang out with my friends all night or stay in and hang out with my family? Should I clean my room or wait another day or two? There's always something you have to choose between, but the majority of the time, I will pick the wrong decision. That's just how I am.
      I can never really trust anyone nowadays. I've had so much trouble in the past that I've never had the chance to fully recover from it. I am getting better at it. Holding me back is probably my "wounded" personality. Holding grudges is never a good thing. I'm a very good observer. I can sense trouble, sadness, or happiness when people least show it. I'm always aware of my surroundings wherever I may be. That's just how I am.

I Started At A Young Age..

            About nine years ago, I was going to a church seminar in Springield with my mom and grandma. My mom let me choose where to eat. I was in the mood for Chinese so I picked Mr. Yen's. That was, what I thought, probably the best Chinese restaurant in Springfield. The waitor sat us down and asked what we wanted to drink. I was wanting something a little fruity, so I asked for a fruit punch. A few minutes later, we received our drinks. I took a huge drink of my fruit punch, thinking it would be the same as all the other fruit punches I've tasted... YUCK!!! It's disgusting! I told my mom I didn't like it, but she assured me it's probably just how the chinese make it. So I kept drinking.
            I ordered another one and drank that one too. I had finally gotten to drink my last cup and felt a little sick. "Mom, this is not tasting right." She takes a sip of my fruit punch. I've never in my life seen her eyes get so big. THIS HAS ALCOHOL IN IT!!!!!!!! My grandma couldnt believe it. "Let me take a sip. Yep! Thats alcohol alright!" My mom yelled for the waitor! He explained that there shouldn't have been anything in my fruit punch. "Look at her! She's drunk!" I couldn't help but laugh at everything anybody was saying. He gave us our meal for free, and we were off to a church seminar. My mom was dreading it. Who would want to bring a drunk 9 year old to a church seminar anyway? We finally got there and took our seats.
           At the very beginning, they started off with a prayer. It was quiet; so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Then all of a sudden, you could hear me from the top balcony laughing my head off. Everyone was looking at me with a snarl. My mom quickly picked me up and took me to the lobby. We then left the seminar and drove home. So much for the church seminar!