Amiable Analytical Driver or Expressive

Greetings to you. If you are seeking advice on your Social Type you have come to the wrong place. Although the beginning portion of this blog will lightly describe the four social designations listed in the title, the remainder of this publication, and in fact most of it, will be dedicated to trashing, bashing, and unwarranted criticism (and maybe even a little stab at corporate America, no need to call me a socialist I don't adhere to that categorization either). If you too, took this lovely assessment of self, maybe enjoyed several days of workshop observing how your type works with others, and you are angry and/or depressed because of it, please read on. Otherwise I ask all of you skippy, functional Drivers, Analblahblah, and Exwhatevers to leave my blog. 

I am Amiable. What the fuck does that mean to me? It means I am a people pleaser. I am a conformist. I am a monkey at a desk trying to help you feel good about yourself. I am a flatterer. I am desperately seeking your approval. I am drivin by relationships. I a doomed to a pay check of less than $60K per year, and to a job wiping men's asses, cleaning up their mistakes and booking their flights. That is what I make of that. 

Maybe I am wrong. Or maybe it is something else bringing out this sense of shame I feel for being Amiable. Perhaps it is my idea of the quiet woman, the subservient girl in the back that doesn't speak up. Maybe I am just facing the truth that I care more about what people think of me than about developing my own likes and opinions. How dead-end. Maybe it is self-sabotage once again crashing my joyous mental party, chucking self-pity gas bombs that are clouding my dreams of success and happiness (I am envisioning the Cool-ade man breaking through the wall with that creepy sociopathic smile). 

Not sure where the solution rests. I am not happy today. In fact miserable is a better adjective for how I feel. I really think it has to do with being a people pleaser. My house of cards has grown really really tall and a strong wind is coming. What do I expect? I don't know who I am right now, I don't know what I like, but I do know there are several things that need to be done- I need a job. I need to continue growing. I need to stay healthy. I need to be a good partner to my fiance and a good daughter, sister, aunt within my family. I need to relax or I'm going to have a breakdown. 

I guess I didn't really explain much about the four Social types, and I didn't really bash and trash this school of thought at all. I know that is not where the solution lies. 

I still don't like being lumped into a category. I am much more complex than that, although I am pushed an pulled by my relationships. Perhaps this is a good thing? Perhaps being moved by people is a good way to be, after all isn't that what life is all about? To be on good terms with our fellows, to serve, to love, to be loved? That's what I hear. Maybe I should look for positions that embellish and encourage strong relationships, nurturing and less assertiveness necessary? Or maybe this is a chance to learn how to stand up for myself.

Ramble ramble ramble. Blah Blah Blah. I have a head ache. This blog was about nothing. I deleted my Facebook today. You are cool. I am strange. No I'm not. Aren't we all? Yes and no. It is relative. My thoughts are not conducive to getting things done. They are conducive to insanity. Peace be with you. And also with you.

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