There are Two Kinds of People

I've realized in the last few weeks how vastly different I am from many of the people around me. That's not to say that I'm the only one in the world who acts the way I do, but that things I thought were givens for all of human kind are actually just my personal personality choices. People often say that there are two kinds of people in this world. Here are mine:

There are two kinds of people. Those who take out their frustrations on others and those that don't. I'll call these the Displacers and the Nondisplacers.

You know the old psychology story about displaced anger, the one where the lady has a bad day at work so she comes home and kicks the dog. This is an extreme, but The Displacers are those who let their mood affect their actions. If the Displacer wakes up late, wakes up on the wrong side of the bed, eats a bad briskit, those around him will know it. On the other hand, the Displacer doesn't bottle up his aggresion only to explode in some other unhealthy matter.

The Nondisplacer has the ability to bury his frustrations. He keeps things in perspective and lets things go easily. He is not likely to lash out at an individual unless that individual is actually the one causing him distress.

Are you a D or an N?

There are also the Shovellers and the Revellers.

I wasn't really aware of this until today when my roommates and I became snowed in. "I'm going stir crazy" said my roommate. "Let's build a snowman" I said. You see, I'm a Reveller. I like to enjoy the snow for the beauty that it is. I don't like to see people shovelling their driveways because they are ruining the natural beauty that is a newfallen snow. The Revellers have to get out in it before the Shovellers ruin everything. Even footprints in the snow will upset a Reveller because it ruins the pristine beauty that is the snow.

My roommate on the other hand is a Shoveller. She said she wanted to build a snowman but once outside was all about shovelling her car out. Building a snowman is frivilous. This stretches into other areas, too. Saturdays are about sleeping in for me. She's done a load of laundry, made and cleaned up breakfast, and vacuumed the house before I've even gotten up. I stumble to the bathroom and go back to bed, she's finishing up her ironing and is ready for a nap. She's a Shoveller, I'm a Reveller.

We get out of the storm when we get out of the storm in my eyes. The sun will do its job and there's no need to speed up the process.

In addition, there's the girls who want an industrious guy and the girls who want a sensitive guy. We'll call these the Industrious and the Sensitive.

My roommate and I are also on the opposite ends of the spectrum on this one and I'll give you one guess as to which is which. "Look at that guy building the house on TV. He's so hot", the I would say. "Yeah", the Sensitive might reply, "But he'd be much more attractive if he had a guitar. The Industrious wants a guy who will build, protect, solve problems, and fix. The Sensitive wants a guy who will write, talk, or sing about it.

I'm an NRS. What are you?