Enneatypical Stories
“ Entering the world of self-knowledge is not easy. Being with yourself is something that not many people can bear, it is listening to yourself and asking yourself a lot of questions, some questions for which we do not always have an answer "
I am Patricia, I am passionate about writing and I studied journalism. Confinement has been a turning point in my life, the possibility of being more unoccupied has made me have time for myself and has increased my curiosity to meet myself. I started reading about the enneagram thanks the recommendation of a friend, and today I can say that I am an Enneatype 9.
I like to feel peace, I consider that it allows me to be happy, I avoid conflict in my life because it disturbs my calm and I often tend to be flexible with the wishes of others. Knowing my enneatype and inquiring about it has made me enjoy myself, but also hate myself and of course I have been tempted to denying that is not me. But in the end you realize that yes, that it could be you, and that this little discovery solves many questions.
Below, you will be able to read the first of a series of short reports on different ways of thinking and / or acting in life, based on the different enneatypes. The characters coexist in a world that is common, but each one of them lives its reality, just as we are and as people live. If you are interested in knowing more about enneatypes, you can learn about them from the hand of the psychologist Alberto Peña at the following link:
Charlie
I think I could be sitting in the most uncomfortable chair I've ever encountered, not to mention the dirt in this seedy bar that Cristina has brought me to. I have already prepared the notebook on the table, the Tablet to its right and a pen engraved with my initials on the blank page. I must admit that sometimes I am obsessed with order, but it is obvious that if everything is in its place the probability of success increases. While I wait for the interview, I decide to order something for breakfast.
- Excuse me, could I have a cortado with cold soy milk and a toast?
The waitress, who was walking fast and focused on serving the tables on the terrace, stands next to me and looks at me without saying a word.
- Have you heard me? Please, a cortado with cold soy milk and a toast.
- Yes sorry. Right away.
I try to ignore the disagreement with the waitress, I am sure that she will fail with the coffee, she is not focused on her work and if the coffee she brings is wrong, it will cause me not to be concentrated either. But I try to focus, in three minutes Laura will appear through the door of this suburban bar and I have not yet turned on the Tablet. It can't be.
- Excuse me - I feel the thread of the waitress's voice above my head. - We have run out of soy milk ... Do you mind if I put oat milk?
- Well yes, I do. Look, better bring me a black coffee. With ice. - And I try to make my face of annoyance and my eternal sigh which makes the waitress aware that something is not right.
- Of course, excuse me again. - She blushes and leaves.
I still don't know why I agreed to change bars to do the interview, Cristina does not appreciate what a good coffee with a toast is, I will not get tangled up for the next one.
According to the clock on my Tablet it is 12:03, although according to the wall clock that hangs in this vintage-looking place, it is already 12:05. I could ignore being late when it comes to a date with a friend or it is something informal, but I refuse to accept it in the workplace. Much less when it comes to a job interview.
I point out Laura's first defects on my Tablet without knowing her yet.
- Unpunctual.
- Irresponsible.
- Little seriousness.
The waitress comes over with my iced black coffee and toast. She leaves everything on the table without daring to say anything more than to apologize again for what happened. I give her a look of annoyance and resignation. It is likely that this way, the waitress and the local will learn to have milk reserves of all kinds for the next time.
I look at the clock on my tablet again and now, 12:05. I'm starting to get anguish from waiting, I've been in this bar for more than twenty minutes and no one has come here. I like to arrive early for work appointments to give a professional and serious image, and I am seldom surprised by those interviewed who arrive before me. They should know that just with that, and if it depended exclusively on me, they would be hired.
12:11 and I receive a message from Cristina:
- Carlos, the girl from the interview has sent me a message. She says if we can postpone it for tomorrow, that a unexpected issue has arisen.
I update my notes on Laura on the Tablet:
- ̶I̶m̶p̶u̶n̶t̶u̶a̶l̶.
- irresponsible.
- ̶Not serious.
- Discarded.
Without answering Cristina, I pick up my things with a certain rage, very annoyed at this morning that they have made me lose. I haven't even had a good breakfast. When finished, I leave a message for the waitress on one of my cards before I leave:
- Having soy milk in the XXI century is a claim for many customers. Tell the owner- Left tip for education, I take my things and leave.
As I leave the bar I run into the waitress, she looks at me again with a regretful face, she is slightly flushed too.
- If you would like to have another coffee - smiles slightly - letting me know that she has gone to buy soy milk. - She tells me with a hesitant look.
- No, but thanks. - I now dedicate a small smile, condescending.
Upon reaching the corner, I wonder how valuable the waitress's initiative has been, since she is alone in the place and has still gotten soy milk. So I decide to unravel my steps and go back into that bar with questionable decoration to get closer to her. I just find her picking up my table and reading the note.
- Excuse me, behind the note I have left, you can find my telephone. If you are looking for a job, call me. - I leave again now brisk step, to go ask Cristina for explanations, because this can't go on like this.
The girl stares at the card and looks at me. She says nothing, although I could swear I heard a silent 'thank you' behind me. I know she will call.
- I'm going there Cristina, call for a meeting with the team. - I write to her when I leave.