Some very interesting personality-type tests--I got them off hawleygriffen's journal while I was desperately trying to catch up with my f-list. Basically, the premise is that women are wired to empathize and men to systematize. The weird thing is, I scored above average on the reading faces and empathy tests--and above the male average on the systematizing test. But then, I find sorting things--papers, computer files, pictures--to be very relaxing. It's probably more of an obsessive-compulsive thing than anything related to autism--and trust me, I usually get convinced that I have whatever the test is on. But autism and/or Aspberger's is one of the few things I can be dead sure I don't have--I was awkward as a child and a teenager, but I grew up to be way too much of the family diplomat for that, and once I got into college, I had this weird social blossoming. Like, I'm not all that great at parties, and I'm still a little awkward when I first meet you, but I basically forced myself to learn how to have a conversation with strangers. It's easy, actually: keep asking the other person about himself. (I find this works really well with guys. A little too well, if you inadvertently show too much interest, as I did one time at a niddle-school church social with this one guy and his fixation on model airplanes. Yikes.) If you're not familiar with what they're talking about, ask them. Seriously, I've talked to people I didn't even know that well for hours with this technique in mind. Anyway. If I could stop freezing up every time someone asked, "How are you?" ("I'm... uh... you know ... tired... busy... HOW ARE YOU??"), I could rule the world.
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In other news--well, after that little tangent, it should not surprise you to find out that I have a Phear of Phones. In fact, the last time we discussed this, I discovered that tons of y'all have similar Phone Phreakouts. This weekend I ended up having to have extended conversations with my grandmother (which is fine; it's more of a struggle to keep talking) and my great-aunt, so that was sort of practice. (Great-aunt is Cindy the set decorator's mother, btw; Cindy is between jobs at the moment, having just finished that Bruce Willis movie--Hostage?--but her husband is apparently in Mexico working on The Mask of Zorro 2. I have an unholy affection for the first movie, so this is v. v. exciting.) Anyway. I am expecting at least one major business phone call this week, maybe two, and--PHEAR. PH34R!
You have to remember, prior to this, my idea of a "business phone call" was "Thank you for calling Movie Gallery, how may I help you?" And now I'm expecting a call from friggin' London. Hi, I'm a scared little white Southern girl, how can you help me?