More on knowing thyself

Okay, so a couple of posts ago I revealed that I'm an INFJ on the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. According to Keirsey, INFJs are very keen on self-development, knowing themselves, etc. (Caught up? Good.) Case in point:

A week ago I donated blood. Yes, I wanted to do my moral duty and help save a life, but I also wanted to discover my blood type (a few years ago, when I was still under the fortuitous umbrella of my parents' health insurance, I was told the best way to find out your blood type is to donate, as bloodwork as part of a routine health examine just checks abnormal levels of whatchamacallit and not blood type).

So I made an appointment, filled out forms, had my finger pricked, then squeezed a little planet Earth stress ball while a pint of my most important bodily fluid flowed into a plastic bag. Two days later, I called the dontation center, all atwitter.

"You're A positive."

"Really? Thanks!" I hung up. A positive! A positive! I'm A positive! I--

--don't know what to do with that information. Work it into casual conversation? "How's the weather? Yeah yeah, that's nice. I'm A positive! What's your type?" Overanalyze it? "My father is A positive. My mother is O positive. Do my other traits follow more in line with my father's than my mother's? Hmm, I've often thought my handwriting is more like my father's, except for my cursive L's..."

That brief moment of elation of learning yet another tidbit about myself was short-lived. Then, a couple of nights ago, I actually dreamed about this. I was telling people that I'd had blood drawn, found out I'm A positive, but then had a sense of now what: "What am I supposed to do? If I'm in an accident, as the paramedics put me on a stretcher, should I shout 'I'm A positive! A positive! Don't give me B positive or B negative because it'll kill me! Nooooo!' "

And I'm still not quite sure what to do with this newfound knowledge. That I'm actually dreaming about it--that this is what my subconscious thinks I need to work out during my slumber, rather than how to get my work in progress out of its various plotholes or how to stop global warming; you know, something useful--is distressing.

Next I'll be wondering what it means that my pinky toes curve inward toward my other toes. Yeesh. It's a little scary to be an INFJ.