Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Sitting in the Corner, Writing a Poem by Candlelight

I've been thinking about personalities and personality conflicts of late.

Excuse me for a moment.

(Stop it...I'm not talking bout you, and you know who you are!)

Back to regularly scheduled comments.

I'm prone to melancholy, especially when I've had a run in with either a super melancholy, which leaves me wadded up in a corner like a much used bath towel, or a choleric which makes me feel a little like a pin cushion.

Let me give an overview of the four temperaments (Based on disgusting body fluids, mind you.) (Gag. Blood, biles and phlegm, should you want to know this information.)

Sanguine is the life is a party type.

Phlegmatic is the grown up first cousin to Sanguine. Has a lot of the even tempered sweetness but is a little more dependable and able to get right to the point when needed and the job done.

Choleric, well, these are your Type A classic first-borns, my way or the highway kind of people.

Then the melancholy's, those who wrestle with their thoughts, and others thoughts and sometimes spout something grand, but often are seen wearing black, brooding in the corner and writing poetry by the light of a candle. (I can poke fun since my bad days are spent here. and because it's my blog. ) : )

So. Think about this. I'll be back with more tomorrow. Not through running the thoughts through my Melancholic brain, or was it that I just saw something that looked like it might be more fun?