Analytical

I am an analytical.

I love numbers and lists.

I love things in alphabetical order.

I often get caught up in details.

I am a perfectionist.

If I can’t do it right, I don’t do it at all.

I infer my high personal standards on others.

I am usually blunt, and unintentionally harsh.

I do not need the approval of many to thrive.

I give only a select few people my trust and confidence.

I am loyal to those select few.

I am an analytical.

I am some blend of analytical and amiable.  I do love lists.  I do love numbers.  I am always trying to keep the peace and make everybody happy.  I care about others and about their feelings, but I do not like to deal with my feelings.  I expect perfection from myself and others.  For example, I took some continuing education classes at my nearby university.  I studied and I made a 98 in one class and a 100 in another.  I do not understand why a person would pay for a class, buy the books, take time out of their schedule to attend class, and then not study.  I hold people accountable for their choices.  They deserve a bad grade.  Not studying is a choice and a bad grade is the result.  Also, all my spices are in alphabetical order.  They are easy to find and I like them that way.  Even though they are behind closed cupboard doors and nobody can see them, it gives me peace to know they are in perfect order.  That might be why I like knitting, crocheting, and tatting.  The patterns generally fit some kind of formula.  They are a blend of numbers and art.  I married an Analytical Expressive.  I think he has helped draw out the analytical part of me that has always been underneath lurking around.