Perpetually Pregnant

In the last issue I revealed my callous indifference to Ben and Jen's troubles. But rest assured that I do have a soft, sensitive, feminine side. In fact - I'm pregnant.

In Enneagram terms, I am a Five. And Fives (according to Kathleen Hurley and Theodore Dobson in What's My Type?) "live in a continual gestation period, rarely experiencing the wonder and joy of giving birth."

Continually gestating but seldom giving birth. Not a nice thought, is it?

When I first read that, I had an "Aha" moment. I recognized something about myself for the first time: I was much more comfortable creating things in my mind than in reality. To grow, I needed to observe and ponder less, engage more.

It took me more than a year, having first encountered the Enneagram, to hone in on my Fivehood. I was confident that I wasn't a Seven or Eight, but the other seven types all seemed like contenders. By the time I came to see that I was, for sure, a Five, I had learnt a huge amount about myself. (Not many INFPs are Fives, incidentally - which just confirms the freakdom I confessed to in the last e-zine.)

What is it with this Clark guy? Last issue he went on about INFPs. Today it's Fives. Who cares? Isn't all