A Five on the Enneagram
and Other Myths I tell Myself

The tests are consistent, and conversation reinforces it. I am a five. There were nine possibilities, and right there smack dab (actually dabs) in the middle I’ve found myself.

Conveniently, I gather information from my solitude. Eliminating dependencies is a virtue, and relationships aren’t exempt. A few good friends, loyal to the ends. Of the earth, more information. A wellspring. A flood of decisions.