just another INFP blabbering...

Yesterday, hubby and I visited the East Tennessee Historical Museum to view the 9-11 exhibit on display there. It was definitely strange to touch twisted steel from the Twin Towers and view pieces of the planes that crashed into them. It deeply affected me. There's not much more to say about that. I was really speechless afterward.

Wednesday night's class was interesting. We were given back our Myers-Briggs analysis and I, once again, was a strong INFP. We also had a union organizer as a guest speaker. This was particularly interesting to me. Having worked most of my time in corporate offices, "union" has always been a nasty word, although privately I never really thought so. I keep a lot of things to myself at work. It is a very conservative, company-line chattering type of atmosphere (reason number 349,202...).

Anyway, my BA in Advertising, the first round of my college education, was all about getting the sale, however creatively. The mindset was more of what is taught in the business school: executing a plan, making it work and getting a big payoff. Going back to school to get a master's in social work was a rude (and good) awakening from that "must win" mentality. It was also a reality check about how we stereotype one another. The "bleeding hearts" versus the "heartless businessperson." Neither is correct most of the time, but even our educators teach us to take these adversarial positions. I wish I could "split screen" two classrooms--one in the business school and one in the college of social work. The effect would be just phenomenally bizarre.

Having been educated in one arena (the heartless moneygrubbers) and then the other (the bleeding hearts who just don't understand the way of the world) has provided to me a really unique view into how we all (don't) work together. It's not that anyone is all right or all wrong, it's just that we are constantly fighting each other to get something better than what exists now. Half the time the fight is just a misperception of who and what we are. The older I get, the more bizarre I view human behavior in general. You would think by now we would know how to be human. We are the most troublesome species on the planet.

With that said, it should be a beautiful weekend and I have plenty to do: preparing an exam, finishing a hat for a client, working on my Kansas City Doll (finally). Time's a wastin'. Gosh, I'll never finish knitting anything, but right now that's way down on the list.

Sorry such a long post, I just had to get that out. Toodles and hugs to you all!!!