The Myers-Briggs Type Indicator sorts people into sixteen distinct personality ‘types’ that share common patterns of processing information. And each type needs something a little different when it comes to preparing for the school year!
Zen in the Art of Writing
Back here at Tom’s, under the influence of Jack Daniels and dope, our talk became cheaper but more eloquent; Mike got quite drunk and provocative, but I enjoyed his company. I like New Orleans and would not mind hanging around here longer.
Give me faded blue jeans broken-in like a well read paperback book.
It’s funny, though: there’s such a difference between being with all men, as I was during the day, and being with women this evening. Men – most straight men, anyway – are such clods. Women, on the other hand, have spunk; they know how to laugh and relate.
“Playing with kittens makes you instantly forget about loneliness.”
Now that I’ve experienced a loving gay relationship, I feel more alone than I did before I knew what I was missing. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of Sean; I’m surprised how affected I am by losing him. There’s no one I can talk to about it, and my letters to Susan, Stacy and Miriam have all been perfunctory. Denial, mostly.
This morning the Miami Herald photographer came and took pictures of me by the local Arby’s. I half-dread the story because the reporter will be out to make me look like a fool. Still, I suppose that may help to sell the book.
Do lots of things. See what you love. Do the things you love again. Don’t do the things you don’t love.
When I got home I saw live photos of the jet crash; it was taking off during a bad snowstorm and went right into the 14th Street Bridge, killing motorists before it fell into the icy Potomac. It was Air Florida flight #90 en route to Tampa and Fort Lauderdale – the exact flight I took last summer.
Sean took my hand as soon as the lights went down and we held hands throughout the film. It was so sweet, to be at a movie with a boyfriend.