Mentor makes many blog entries and today she reflected on being a Briggs test INTJ, "the strategist", and how she looks at a possible accompaniment with her one buddy upstate for a (my term) "spot of activism".

I haven't made an entry in a while and if I have the letter sequence correctly I am an ENFP---according to taking this test quite a while ago. I forget what "we" are called but we are the perpetual observers who make odd conclusions. Those are a few things I remember.

I observe, comparing to mentor's, I indeed have my code sequence right, for each one toggles between two, such as masculine/feminine, and I basically know each of them. Mentor writes about instantly recognizing the distance of the trip, packing, times of day and what it would mean.
Both of us would, of course, note things on the drive.

In my case there is context, of which I am both captor and captive: starting here in the SFV, how it looks as one anticipates the Grapevine, Central Valley, and Capitol area, and observations of the latter. The settling feeling one has as, once off the Big Hill, you whiz along by the bleached out soil, scraggly vegetation on the outside looking in to the farms, the red and white water towers . . .

Do we take "5" or "99"? As if mentor doesn't know my own answer.

Many things. I suppose that, while I'm very shy, it's why my test turns up the "E" rather than the "I": being beholden to the Other, the external details.

Mentor knows this road self from a trip out to see the spring poppies one year. Enough said, enough flowery prose!