For a while there was a question whether I was a 5 or a 9 on the Enneagram, but I found some conclusive evidence that I am a 5: the wings. There is no way that I am either an eight--the aggresive type--or a one, the perfectionist. I'd say more, but I have to leave now. But I'm still skeptical about the value of the Enneagram as a whole, particularly as compared with the Myers-Briggs test.
There is of course a story behind this cartoon, but I think in many respects it speaks for itself.
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