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Hello again! Drivers and the Art of Being Nice I’ve never seen myself as a particularly nice person, but it seems that the image I project to others is different. In a social environment, this isn’t a bad thing - it allows me to socialize and interact with others. According to the 16 Personalities website (www.16personalities.com), I’m a “Virtuoso.” What does that mean? Well, according to their test, I’m 67% introverted, 71% observant, 69% thinking, 66% prospecting, and 64% turbulent (ISTP-T for those who love acronyms). You can take a free personality test here: https://www.16personalities.com/free-personality-test/fd37ee1e857dd. I went through this process to understand some of my personality traits. Most of the time, I feel out of place in the world around me and like I don’t fit into the system. It’s like Neo in The Matrix - feeling like life has to be something totally different than what he’s been experiencing. And so do I most of the time. I don’t always understand social conduc

At 44, I thought I should give blogging a try as part of my midlife crisis. Some say it’s therapeutic. For me, I feel it will help improve my writing and reduce mistakes with autocorrection. I’ve been alive for 1,401,164,252 seconds (and counting), but the reasons behind blogging are still a mystery to me. The concept of putting my ideas into words always makes me question the whole process… but I digress. Being born… this is the topic that brought me here today. I was born in Portugal as an only child, until my sister came along three years later. My parents were very young when they had me - think of Portugal in 1975 with two newlyweds and a child on the way. My mother quit her job to stay home with me while my father worked in construction or as a driver. My mother mentioned he even drove a funeral car for a while. They were so young! Now that I have a 3-year-old at 44, it seems crazy to think about. I recently watched a homemade video of my parents when they were younger than I am