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Perceiver versus Judger – In Action

February3

The differences in type never cease to amaze and amuse me. Dave, an INFJ whom I was supposed to meet right around the time I found out I’m pregnant, wrote me this morning…TUESDAY morning…to ask if I wanted to go to Templeton Trail. ON SUNDAY. It’s not like this is an 8-mile-block-off-half-the-day hike. This is my typical 1-2 hour jaunt that I tend to do by the seat of my pants.

Everything in me said “FIVE DAYS AWAY! I can’t commit to that YET!” I told him yes, anyway. Gotta learn to plan sometime, right?

By the way, Dave *does* know. I decided to be honest with him about why I cancelled the first date. It’s only fair, and knowing he’s an F…I didn’t want him to think it was about *him.*

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Allison
Los Alamos, NM
After a childhood of immersion in my family's religious tradition, I hit college and my first true experience with the question, "why?" Why did I believe as I did? If I thought about it, I had no idea. So, I spent the next ten years not thinking about it.

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Once I hit 30, I began asking myself that question all over again. A few years later, I woke one day to realize that I simply didn't believe. For many reasons, I am a much happier (and more emotionally healthy) person having let go of god. There are still days that I wish god did exist. It would be a relief to relinquish responsibility to a greater power.

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But, even better, I can see life for what it is, and work with reality. That's more powerful than any god could hope to be.