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What Type Are You?

So I found this cool website that analyzes your personality type based on what your blog says - i guess might would be true for those people who blog about themselves or the things around them, wonder what it means to bloggers who indulge in fiction and all.. does the website analyze the characters they write about? I have no clue, I do not have an inkling of idea whether this has even an iota of truth in it, but what the heck, I have time on my hands why not go and check it out!!



What I liked the most is, I did not have to answer an umpteen number of questions (as is the case in the traditional Myers Briggs Personality type assessment) to know what personality type the site classified me into.

Here goes the results:


ISTP - The Mechanics

The author of http://ursilence.blogspot.in is of the type ISTP.

The independent and problem-solving type. They are especially attuned to the demands of the moment and are highly skilled at seeing and fixing what needs to be fixed, making them ideally suited for engineering. They generally prefer to think things out for themselves and often avoid inter-personal conflicts.

The Mechanics enjoy working together with other independent and highly skilled people and often seek out fun and action both in their work and personal life.

ISTPs endure reasonable impositions without complaint — but if their "territory" is encroached upon, eroded, or violated, their quiet, easy-going nature is quickly abandoned in favor of stubborn and staunch defense of what they view as rightfully theirs.

Common satisfying careers: policemen or firefighters and work that involve adventure and risk such as in driving race cars, skydiving, motorcycling and diving.

Notable ISTPs: Donald Rumsfeld, Michael Jordan, Steve Jobs, Woody Allen, Clint Eastwood, Scarlett Johansson, Kyudo Nakagawa, Bruce Lee, Snoop Dogg, Ellen Page, Erwin Rommel, James Bond and Boba Fett. 
Previously, I had done the actual test on yet another website. After answering close to 75 questions, it claimed that my personality type was an ESFP. Go on, read the description if you feel upto it... Do you think it describes what you know of me? I think it does.. to an extent ;)
What personality type are you? What do you think of these kind of tests?

Comments

  1. Thats interesting, and even im going to typealyze it!

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  2. I did it and the results are amazing and I find it to be true to a large extent :)

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