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THE UNFINISHED WRITINGS OF EJ KONTNY
Being a five means I'm constantly in my head. Problem solving, making connections, and realizations. I think in paragraphs which means there's a process that happens before I ever speak a word. It also means I'm commonly misunderstood as cold, standoffish and sometimes antisocial. I can become so obsessed with getting something right that I never finish it. Or worse I never start. My relationships are intentional and deep. It can be hard to commit to something if I think there is a right choice that I don't know about. I will often enter a room feeling out of the loop or as if I didn't get the memo.
Fives have a weird relationship to stuff. Although mostly unattached to material things, we create certain interests in collecting often overlooked items. I remember growing up having a rock collection. I wasn't able to go to exotic places and get unique rocks. However, from my backyard I chose the rocks that stood out from the rest. An overall mediocre pile of garden stones, amongst them I would find crystalized rocks, or ones that had an unusual color patterns. I would stick them some place and quickly forget about them. Every once in awhile, as I got older, I would come across my curated collection and choose to get rid of a few that didn't grab my attention anymore. Eventually I went off to college and came back to a pile of things from my childhood that I was responsible to sort through. I had to reevaluate what I was holding onto and without a second thought took the remaining rocks outside and poured them out. I knew that it wouldn't serve me to hold onto the rocks that came from my backyard and move them into the 500 sq. foot apartment I was living in.
That pretty much sums up being a five. I can find beauty in the unlikeliest of places. I will even find a use for them in order to keep it around. But once it's time to let go, I can easily pour out my box to make room for more. I know that not everything is meant to hold onto forever.