Personalities: The Party

In a make or break scenario, this person always makes. When they arrive, the party starts.

I was walking my dog the other day and I saw two young boys playing in a neighboring yard. As I passed, one of the boys said, “Hi, this is my friend Wilson!” I responded and kept going on the walk. I have never talked to this boy before, but he addressed his comments to me as if we go way back. He was so excited for me to meet his friend, so much so that he never even told me his name! The young boy is a classic example of “The Party.” Very friendly, outgoing, the type that have never met a stranger. A cool person, for sure. These are the people you invite to parties you’re throwing. The people you hope are at the parties you’re going to. In fact all great parties have one single thing in common, the attendance of “The Party.” You can have good food, entertainment, all the right music and it will be a good party. But when “The Party” walks in, then, as a host, you can sit back and relax. You’re party just became an event. There are some drawbacks to inviting these people to your party, especially if you invite more than one. You’re undoubtedly taking a bold risk because having two or more show up at one party is like having too many cooks in the kitchen. Picture Jim Carrey in the same room as Jim Carrey. A sure bet would be to invite one far out enough that if it’s determined they can’t make the party, you have time to invite another one. I wouldn’t double up on these personalities because chances are they would butt heads, and the event suffers for it. Alone they are entertaining, fun, outgoing, and quick to make a clever remark. When there are two, nine times out of ten they become competitive, controlling, and loud. If you’re willing to take the chance on inviting more than one, and “The Party” is able to coexist with another, it’s called “They Party.”

“The Party” is a curious character. It’s hard to pin down which career most likely suits these firecrackers because they’d fit very easily in the entertainment industry. They’d also fit in the hospitality industry. But again, they may be the suit and tie kind of person from eight to five, which is why they let loose off hours.

Personalities: The Satellite

Whether you know it or not, and whether you like it or not, they’re always hovering around.

Often mistaken for “The Weird Guy,” T-Sat’s well-known for social awkwardness, especially around the opposite sex. The major difference in these two, however, creates a gigantic chasm. Satellites rarely communicate for fear of rejection. This is quite the opposite of “weird” people, who are known more by their excessive communication (sometimes in spite of rejections). Even with the low dose of communication, Satellites deliver a high dose of presence. A few weeks ago I was chatting with a friend of mine (who may or may not live in Tennessee). This person was telling me of a dinner planned with a few friends. The event was announced through a private invite on Facebook (so of course, even if I was invited, I didn’t know it). My friend put much emphasis on the secrecy of the invite, how it was meant for a select group so the party remained small and comfortable for those attending. Made sense to me so far. At the conclusion of the event, my friend noticed someone sitting close by, but not a part of the original group invite. It was a Satellite. My friend was shocked and bewildered on how this person knew where to be and when. Perhaps Facebook’s privacy settings dropped the ball and the event leaked out? Did someone accidently mention the party when they weren’t supposed to? Questions like these often arise when Satellites are visible. It’s as if they’re receiving data from an an unknown signal source, data that keeps them up-to-date in real time about social events around town. For their ability to stay informed, I have to applaud these social orbiters. They are resourceful, mysteriously mobile, and operate with little to no noise. While they’re presence isn’t always desired, they must be admired for their commitment to the game. Satellites are consistent, a strength and quality with plenty of room for improvement for friends we call “The Indiana Jones of the South(west Airlines).”

 

Personalities: The Weird Guy

Girls are uncomfortable around him because he’s either asked three or more of them out on a date, or one of them more than three times. That or he uses his eyes when he should be using his words, ie. he’s staring.

The reason I labeled this “The Weird Guy” is because in my conversations with girls, the title is very common, and widely understood as to what it means. Among my guy friends, we rarely, if ever, call a girl weird. So when these characteristics fit members of the female gender, they’d be labeled differently. If I were to ask my guy friends who they think a weird girl is, they’d suggest people like Lady GaGa, Michelle (from the Brad Womack season of the Bachelor) or Tori Spelling as Violet on Saved By The Bell. Odd certainly, but not creepy or uncomfortable (jury’s still out on Michelle here), ie. what a girl means when she calls a guy weird. In fact, she’s using “weird” to sum up a longer sentiment: “That guy has problems! I never want to be alone with him because he’s all kinds of creepy.” See how the word “weird” is easier to use? During my senior year of college, a “weird” guy came onto the scene among my friends. I was unfortunately talked into the middle of a little situation. He found one of my friends attractive and came to me asking about her. Perhaps I should’ve lied and said she was a gold digger, immature or married because the next thing I knew he asked her out. Bad got worse when she came to me asking about him! Not good. The end result was that she found out he was one of the weird ones. Guys like this get a bad wrap because somewhere along the way they missed the lessons on people skills, what to say, what not to say and when not to say it. Into adulthood their dating relationships (or lack of) pay the price of the social uneducation of their youth. With all the discomfort these characters may bring to an environment, they do also have some qualities, qualities that are admirable and even sought after. “The Weird Guy” is ambitious. He sees something, or someone, he wants and goes for it. Secondly, he takes rejection well.

“The Weird Guy” can be a Jekyll & Hyde of sorts, possibly doubling as “The Sattelite” or even “The Dark Horse.”

Personalities: Introduction

On a recent post, I listed nine personality types (see An Unschooled Look Into Personalities). I’m sure there are more, but in my stages of life I’ve noted that these stand out the most. Whether it was in college, as a recent graduate, or a working professional, each stage of life and new set of friends have included these dynamic people. In the original post I included a quick description of each, but I’d like to dive further into each. If you would indulge me, you can follow along with this series entitled “Personalities.”

First up, “The Weird Guy.”

 

On A Flight To Las Vegas

High above the clouds I saw the mounds of dirt.
I fly from a city of sound to a city of lights.
Stay up all night, lose a lot.
Keep playing try to make it right.
My eyes see many but I feel lonely with many people that barely know me.

A city that, by day, seems ok but at night changes sight.
People hungry and trying to satisfy that with whatever they might find to fill it.

I find myself at least willing to relate,
‘Cause I see in me some size and shape of an empty space.
That I try to fill with whatever I might find to fill that place.

I confess to God if he hears that I fail to follow through on what I’d like to do,
what’s right to do and if he’d speak to me, I’m all ears.
Have been for years, to the point of tears.
Not knowing what he wants or what he thinks or if he knows my fears.

I confess I need him.
On my knees again.
I trust no one to understand where my heart is or where it’s been.

Up in the sky I see him.
I look at the earth and know it’s him.
I know he’s around even without sound.
My eyes see and I don’t feel so lonely anymore.

He desires a better life than I choose for myself for me.
But I constantly choose to live selfishly.
I choose the chains the keep me from being free.
I choose to take what I can have right now.
But higher than the clouds, it’s different here.
I want to stay soaring above, I am in his love.
My eyes, mind and heart are clear.
Evil no where near.

So I gain the confidence to take on what waits for me when the plane brakes.
So goodbye clouds, goodbye easy.
If I have to, God, give me the strength to land, to get off this plane.
To hold your hand and hide in your name.

I now face the world on it’s level.
No longer too high. Evil points to me as a bullseye.
But it’s on my back ‘cause I’m facing one direction.
And I choose to move.
Forward.

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