Getting maudlin

What on earth business does a self confessed introvert have talking about himself here in this in your face tell it like it is world . . . if you are familiar with Meyers-Briggs or Keirsey Temperament Sorter I last tested (2002) as INFP but I can't find the paperwork with the secondary characteristics.

I stuck my toe in the surf at the ocean's edge . . . but I'd rather be body surfing.

I started by telling little secrets on the pretext of finding out who I am by telling you who I think I am . . . and this is just one version of many.

The droplets of storytelling are like water torture . . . welcome the deluge. 

And then lapsing into silence . . . ellipses ad in finitum.

Am I the sum of what I can remember and the product of my dreams? talking mathematically . . . me, cubed, diced, and sauteed.

Does one ever graduate from the University of Life we all attend . . . otherwise known as Blogiverse.

Where is this leading? Up the garden path if I know me? And I don't, so maybe it's more like trailing off into the wilderness.

Now this has metamorphed into a browse through my book-garden and given me the impetous to re-read some of those forgotten books. If you are what you eat can you be what you read? This is full of empty calories . . . my, but the Guinness was good!