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Feb. 28th, 2004 07:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
falcongrrlI have orange hair.
I write it on the screen, as if by doing so I can convince myself it's true, as if looking in the mirror isn't simply enough to convince me the dark auburn I was hoping for didn't happen. Orange hair. Day-Glo Pippi Longstocking.
So now I'm hanging out upstairs, avoiding my family for the simple reason that I know my husband is going to hate it.
During the creativity training, several people were discussing how they understood their spouses so much better after taking the MBTI, how conflicts were suddenly recognizable based on seeing their different "types." I couldn't really relate.
My epiphany came later.
We took this test called the KAI, which measures if you are adaptive or innovative.
This doesn't mean what you would think at first. Actually, I think better phrases would be:
"Fits in."
"Stands out."
The funny thing is I could have sworn I was an adaptive. I was sure I was. I brought it up to my friend, CH, the one who got me involved in this whole CC gig, said, "Aren't you surprised I'm innovative?"
She looked at me as if I were crazy (and maybe I am). "You? No. I would have guessed you would score high."
At least she's one of us too...so it wasn't exactly an insult.
Whereas my husband...he can blend in anywhere. He knows who to share his ideas with and how to word them. He's one of the most creative people I know, but he also knows the magic of how things get done, in a way I don't.
Oh, to be an adaptor.
And the guy fits in with everyone...absolutely any and everyone. Put him in a group, any group, and he'll immediately fit. Oh, he won't be the life of the party, but he won't stand out as not belonging either. He will blend.
Whereas...I don't. There's the rub. Even among friends, I'm just a little...eccentric. People like me, perhaps even respect me, but there's always that moment where something comes out of my mouth (like say, for instance, how the society of the future won't need money, or how we need to start our own local quiet revolutions against the machine of modern society, or how I believe in the immanence of the divine being, whoever or whatever you conceive him/her to be) and suddenly I'm just odd.
D's terrified one day I'm going to tell his boss I'm bisexual, or confide in his mother that I'm a Witch, or something equally horrifying. He doesn't realize how well I can keep secrets, when I'm prepared to do so...that things leak out of my mouth simply when I haven't thought through how odd they might sound.
Also, I think that years of playing the role of Adaptor may have taken their toll. Been there, done that. I'm think I'm tired of placing square pegs in, well, squares, when it's so contrary to what may be my basic bohemian rhapsody.
So...let the chips fall where they may. It's time to face the music. And whatever other wearying cliches you can come up with.
I'm an innovator.
And I've got the orange hair to prove it.
A+
I write it on the screen, as if by doing so I can convince myself it's true, as if looking in the mirror isn't simply enough to convince me the dark auburn I was hoping for didn't happen. Orange hair. Day-Glo Pippi Longstocking.
So now I'm hanging out upstairs, avoiding my family for the simple reason that I know my husband is going to hate it.
During the creativity training, several people were discussing how they understood their spouses so much better after taking the MBTI, how conflicts were suddenly recognizable based on seeing their different "types." I couldn't really relate.
My epiphany came later.
We took this test called the KAI, which measures if you are adaptive or innovative.
This doesn't mean what you would think at first. Actually, I think better phrases would be:
"Fits in."
"Stands out."
The funny thing is I could have sworn I was an adaptive. I was sure I was. I brought it up to my friend, CH, the one who got me involved in this whole CC gig, said, "Aren't you surprised I'm innovative?"
She looked at me as if I were crazy (and maybe I am). "You? No. I would have guessed you would score high."
At least she's one of us too...so it wasn't exactly an insult.
Whereas my husband...he can blend in anywhere. He knows who to share his ideas with and how to word them. He's one of the most creative people I know, but he also knows the magic of how things get done, in a way I don't.
Oh, to be an adaptor.
And the guy fits in with everyone...absolutely any and everyone. Put him in a group, any group, and he'll immediately fit. Oh, he won't be the life of the party, but he won't stand out as not belonging either. He will blend.
Whereas...I don't. There's the rub. Even among friends, I'm just a little...eccentric. People like me, perhaps even respect me, but there's always that moment where something comes out of my mouth (like say, for instance, how the society of the future won't need money, or how we need to start our own local quiet revolutions against the machine of modern society, or how I believe in the immanence of the divine being, whoever or whatever you conceive him/her to be) and suddenly I'm just odd.
D's terrified one day I'm going to tell his boss I'm bisexual, or confide in his mother that I'm a Witch, or something equally horrifying. He doesn't realize how well I can keep secrets, when I'm prepared to do so...that things leak out of my mouth simply when I haven't thought through how odd they might sound.
Also, I think that years of playing the role of Adaptor may have taken their toll. Been there, done that. I'm think I'm tired of placing square pegs in, well, squares, when it's so contrary to what may be my basic bohemian rhapsody.
So...let the chips fall where they may. It's time to face the music. And whatever other wearying cliches you can come up with.
I'm an innovator.
And I've got the orange hair to prove it.
A+