My mission statement, has been for many years, to make things that make people smile, and occasionally on an extremely good day, make people smile and think again about a thought they thought they knew the answer to. Not that I had the answers of course.

I would spend days thinking about things that people took for granted, like, why does friction cause heat? Or why was the sky blue or why was green linked to chloroform? And then I read an article on Chinese character types which told me my character sign, “will typically spend time on questions like, why is the sky blue?”

My sense of great individuality and poetry was shattered. And I continue to dismiss it and carry about methodically attempting to forget that I was a simple character type 2. (Rather unsuccessfully as you can tell).

But I endeavour to carry on in the expanse that was my poetic universe, which attempted to make people smile and raise unanswerable questions to the poet God, ignoring the fact that I was simply performing as a typical type 2 inclination. But it still haunts me. And it’s not just me, it’s probably all the type 2’s. Especially those that read that article. Lucky are those that don’t read. I so treasure the idea of being an individual, such a shame it was mass produced. I mean, if there are only 9 types, wouldn’t you want to be a number 10 or 11. It’s my immediate inclination.

Now Instagram is telling me I must find out what number type is attracted to what a typical 2 may produce. And I must make a memorable meme of it. Am I really just part of a huge production line?

I catch myself stepping back, and spelling things wrong on purpose.

Fredrik
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