Mun&Muse adventures
“Please just take the test? It’s the last one today I promise.” I pleaded with him, holding out my cracked cell phone as if it were a prized possession. Jean glared at me yet took the phone anyway.
“This is the last one today, writer. These tests are boring.”
As Jean looked down at the screen and began to read, I knew this would be an entertaining exercise. The other two tests were easy. Under 10 questions and choosing colors. The Myers-Briggs is more in-depth, and I just knew he would have something to say about some of the questions. With such an analytical mind, he would easily see through the repetitive rephrasing.
“Vibrant events with lots of people? Is that supposed to be code for orgy? I have more important things to do.” He scoffs and clicks the largest bubble to the right. I stifled a giggle and waited for him to continue.
“There is no such thing as an unrealistic Idea. With the proper tools and a mind that can handle it, everything is possible.”
“While that may be true, to others your research might look a lot less realistic. I would agree with that one.” I encouraged. He did spend a lot of time researching ideas and concepts that lead to dead ends. Just because he had not given up on them did not mean that they were realistic.
I watched him click a couple more bubbles without commenting on the question. I decided to look over his shoulder at the screen.
“For your information, these questions are ridiculous. Who would go on a trip without knowing where they are going or when? It is a waste of time and resources if you ask me. Also, dwelling on conversations past has no uses. If you cannot articulate what should have been said, then bring it up again next time. Otherwise, you have missed your chance. Move on.”
“You leave little room for spontaneity Jean. Some people like not knowing what is coming.”
“Well some people won’t be going very far then, will they?” He responded matter of factly. I palmed my face and waited for the next question.
“Why would I not try to solve the problem!” He exclaimed, startling me.
“Some people put comfort and well being as a higher priority Jean. It is called being compassionate.”
“Well, it is out of order. Solve the problem first, then make them feel better about it.” He seemed confused and outraged at the very idea of not fixing whatever is wrong first.
“I know exactly what you mean by that, ya nasty. Move along and stop that, or you are going to spoil the story I’m writing.”
“The story? Are you kidding me! Please tell me you are not going to be…” I slapped my hands over his mouth and took the phone from him.
“I’m going to write all sorts of things Jean. All sorts of fun, exciting, action-packed and romantic things Jean.” His eyes grew wide. Under my hands, I could feel his skin beginning to flush.
“You are a terrible person, writer. I am not answering any more of these questions for you.” He proclaimed after prying my fingers away.
“But the readers are going to be so disappointed!” I pouted, looking at the measly 5 questions I had managed from him.
“I have research to do, and I am expected at the base tomorrow morning with a report on it. So, if you will excuse me, I must be on my way.” Jean stood and walked out of the front door of the laundry mat, leaving me with an incomplete questionnaire and endless frustration.
“Just wait, Jean. I will get this personality test finished eventually. You live in my brain, you can’t hide from me forever.”