You know when you get a rejection letter for a piece and then weeks later they send out a congrats to the winners. Like I don’t want to know any more about this person who won! It sure as fuck wasn’t me.

I’m worried Fran Liebowitz is going to die soon.

Being sober…why is everyone counting each year and telling the world. Like I do not care. So your time going out with friends is way lamer now.

I’m in therapy, shocker I know. And we work with this thing called an enneagram. It’s sort of a map to your personality. There are nine personality types and I’m a 4. I’m a feeler. I feel just about everything down in my guts and heart. But the main thing I struggle with is 4s don’t love themselves. We’re artists. We don’t feel like we count unless we can provide something original to the world. We want people to know how smart we are and we want approval.

Fours are self-aware, sensitive, and reserved. They are emotionally honest, creative, and personal, but can also be moody and self-conscious. Withholding themselves from others due to feeling vulnerable and defective, they can also feel disdainful and exempt from ordinary ways of living. They typically have problems with melancholy, self-indulgence, and self-pity. At their Best: inspired and highly creative, they are able to renew themselves and transform their experiences.

  • Basic Fear: That they have no identity or personal significance
  • Basic Desire: To find themselves and their significance (to create an
       identity)

There are lots of tests to see what your number is. I find it helpful and interesting.

You’re welcome for this lame PSA.

The End.

There are currently no comments.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.