Test personalitate MBTI [Jung]

ESTP - Extravertit, senzorial, reflexiv, perceptiv - (initiator, diplomat, negociator)

• Atitudinea extrovertita se refera la faptul ca ESTP este deseori motivat de interactiunea cu oamenii. De obicei are un cerc larg de cunostinte si se simt incarcati de energie in cadrul intalnirilor sociale - situatii in care introvertitii pierd energie.
• Senzorial si nu intuitiv: tipul ESTP are o gandire mai mult concreta decat abstracta. Isi concentreaza atentia pe detalii decat pe imaginea de ansamblu, pe realitatea imediata decat pe viitoare posibilitati.
• Reflexiv fata de afectiv: pentru ESTP argumentele obiective sunt mai valoroase decat preferintele personale. Atunci cand ia o decizie de obicei acorda mai multa atentie logicii decat consideratiilor sociale.
• Perceptiv in loc de judecativ: de obicei ESTP se abtine sa emita o opinie si amana deciziile importante, preferand sa aiba la indemana mai multe optiuni, in cazul in care se schimba imprejurarile.

Aproximativ 13% din populatie este tipul ESTP. Acestia sunt foarte buni initiatori si antreprenori, sunt persoane sofisticate, orientate spre actiune. Ca parteneri sunt incantatori si incitanti. Aptitudinea de a actiona cu rapiditate si eficienta ii face pe ESTP sa fie buni in situatii de urgenta, in a-si aplica gandirea logica in situatii care necesita actiunea imediata. Obiectivele pe termen lung nu sunt atractive, acestia cautand rezultatele palpabile, rapide. Mediul inconjurator reprezinta o sursa de aventuri si ESTP isi testeaza deseori abilitatile fizice in situatii riscante. Energice si amuzante, aceste persoane sunt deseori sufletul petrecerii.

Impinse de entuziasm, persoanele de tip ESTP deseori nu isi dau seama de consecintele pe termen lung ale actiunilor lor. Din acest motiv se cearta cu prietenii, colegii sau sefii. Mintea agera si aptitudinea de a improviza nu compenseaza intotdeauna dezavantajele planurilor pe termen scurt. Daca nu sunt impresionati, ceilalti le pot considera pe aceste persoane insensibile. Cei pe care tipologiile ESTP isi varsa furia sunt cu adevarat nenorociti. Daca nu pot sa actioneze liber si impulsiv, aceste tipuri de personalitate incalca regulile stabilite de altii, in incercarea de a-si recastiga entuziasmul.

Daca este in continuare ingradit, tipul ESTP devine tot mai stresat si se simte mort pentru lume. Primul impuls este sa se razbune batandu-si joc de valorile celorlalti. Astfel devin tot mai antisociali si sfidatori. La fel ca toti senzorialii perceptivi, in conditii de stres, aceste persoane se razbuna desfacand barierele libertatii prin castigarea increderii si cooperarea cu ceilalti.

Urmatoarea lista reprezinta exemple de cariere si tipuri de locuri de munca pe care acest tip de personalitate de obicei le imbratiseaza. Cerintele acestor joburi sunt similare tendintelor acestui tip de personalitate. Nu uita ca aceasta lista nu cuprinde toate carierele posibile care se potrivesc acestui tip si, foarte important, se intampla frecvent ca oamenii sa indeplineasca functii care nu se potrivesc cu tipul lor de personalitate si totusi sa aiba succes in cariera.

•  Agent imobiliar; bucatar sef; dezvoltator imobiliar; pompier; initiator; reporter de stiri; agent de bursa; pilot; agent de asigurari; consultant in management; inginer electrician; mecanic de avioane; medic de urgente; insotitor de zbor.

so the dust settles.

The year is coming into a close and for now, it looks like the dust has settled. 
I’m sorting through salt and letters, trying to wipe away the grime that has collected in the floorboards. Clearing the surfaces and looking under all the cracks to make sure we can see the sheepskin skies in them. 
I have been leaving my hands open so I can catch the loose particles before they fall. We are rebuilding the bridges we burned and I am burning bridges with all the shadows casting sighs and shaking whispers. 
I’m tried of looking for a new position when I sleep, and like the dust, I’m going to try and settle into sheets the only way I know how—with a crooked spine. 
I am humming songs of optimism and slipping sunrises beneath my shoes. 
This morning I woke up feeling like my dream was next to me, on my pillow. Cheeks wet and the taste of burnt coffee on my tongue. It was so good to have you breathe in that light again. 
I’m happy for this new beginning, even if it is all made up of the pieces we thought we lost and only misplaced. But you know some things can’t just be wiped away and I hope you’re here to stay. 
(I do, I really do).

Teenage angst.

I’ve been feeling worn with limbs that fall like the loose threads at the end of your sweater, the one you keep tugging closer to keep you warm. But you stop once you realize that the cold always finds a way inside. Maybe I am just bracing myself, I tell you. I am curling into myself until my ribs hold my head and my knees disappear into my chest because winter is coming. And we feel it even when we laugh and sigh against each other’s mouths, breath that tastes like cigarette smoke. We laugh because we know it’s coming and we know we can’t stop our hands from shaking.

Hair swings.

I’m forgetting. And that’s the last thing I ever wanted. Between sips of gas station coffee and the melody between the tips of my fingers and the keys—I kept finding your brown eyes, staring back into mine. Even when the paper had ran out and the typewriter ribbon didn’t have any ink left to give me, there was always you. I jotted down your name in the corners of notebook paper and the napkins that jumbled together on my nightstand, wondering how something so beautiful can build me up and destroy me with no mercy. Maybe you liked the fragments of me underneath your fingernails to keep. Now, I’m forgetting. The way my name curled up against the inside of your lower lip and the taste of your tongue. How it feels like to have you open your door for me without having to pry it open myself. Knuckles to hinges. This is not what I wanted.

I hate sleeping alone.

I never asked for diamond rings. I never wished for the moon or for the stars.
I just wanted somebody who'd hold me, even just for a while, someone who'd tell me that everything's gonna be alright.
I don't want beauty, because it doesn't last.
I don't want perfection because I'm not myself either.
But when the dusk sets and everything goes to death silence and the whole world shuts off around, I just want that somebody to be by my side.
A kiss, a touch... gently to settle down to sleep in someone's cozy arms.
I don't think that's much to ask for since I'm not high standard when it comes to love.
Sincere, loving, caring... that's all I am, that's all I want.
I'm one of a kind because I give everything and I don't expect much but for that.
Time has come when I really feel bleeding needs and cravings for body warmth.
I hate sleeping alone.