Polly Poppins

I am constantly cranky, eternally optimistic, and--as typical of a Myers Briggs' INTJ--practically perfect in every way.

"If you belonged here, you’d already know."

A friend once gave this for the explanation of why there are so many missing street signs in our hometown. As an INTJ, I agree. If you belong in a place, you usually don't need directions.

But that's the problem with being an INTJ: I hate not knowing where I'm going. I hate it so much that sometimes I'd rather walk the same boring roads, tracing my own path and cursing the sameness all the time, than make the jump and try something new. I'm scared of looking like a tourist.

This blog is all about embracing my inner tourist.

And while we're on disclaimers, I've got a few more:
3. I play fast and loose with grammar and spelling even though I'm a copyeditor.
4. I don't care. No one's paying me to edit this.
8. Originally, this list was longer, but I have a habit of cutting three quarters of what I write.

I thought you should know.