Protector
We are lucky that Protectors make up as much as ten percent the population, because their primary interest is in the safety and security of those they care about - their family, their circle of friends, their students, their patients, their boss, their fellow-workers, or their employees. Protectors have an extraordinary sense of loyalty and responsibility in their makeup, and seem fulfilled in the degree they can shield others from the dirt and dangers of the world. Speculating and experimenting do not intrigue Protectors, who prefer to make do with time-honored and time-tested products and procedures rather than change to new. At work Protectors are seldom happy in situations where the rules are constantly changing, or where long-established ways of doing things are not respected. For their part, Protectors value tradition, both in the culture and in their family. Protectors believe deeply in the stability of social ranking conferred by birth, titles, offices, and credentials. And they cherish family history and enjoy caring for family property, from houses to heirlooms.
Wanting to be of service to others, Protectors find great satisfaction in assisting the downtrodden, and can deal with disability and neediness in others better than any other type. They are not as outgoing and talkative as the Provider Guardians [ESFJs], and their shyness is often misjudged as stiffness, even coldness, when in truth Protectors are warm-hearted and sympathetic, giving happily of themselves to those in need.
Their reserve ought really to be seen as an expression of their sincerity and seriousness of purpose. The most diligent of all the types, Protectors are willing to work long, hard hours quietly doing all the thankless jobs that others manage to avoid. Protectors are quite happy working alone; in fact, in positions of authority they may try to do everything themselves rather than direct others to get the job done. Thoroughness and frugality are also virtues for them. When Protectors undertake a task, they will complete it if humanly possible. They also know better than any other type the value of a dollar, and they abhor the squandering or misuse of money. To save, to put something aside against an unpredictable future, to prepare for emergencies-these are actions near and dear to the Protector’s heart. For all these reasons, Protectors are frequently overworked, just as they are frequently misunderstood and undervalued. Their contributions, and also their economies, are often taken for granted, and they rarely get the gratitude they deserve.
Random ranting
Jag önskar jag visste att han sanningen om hur jag känner och ännu mer jag önskar att hon gjorde också. Hur kunde jag i denna situation? Varför inte jag ser innan jag språng, om jag bara kunde skriva och försvinner med några följder ingen smärta hos andra jag skulle.
Is There…
By Ashley Allen
Is there ever such a cure for the horrible death of an artist?
A poet who cannot rhyme,
An author who cannot write,
A painter who could not paint,
A musician with no beat,
or a Philosopher who could not think.
Why is there such torment to those who wish to bring beauty to this world?
The curse of writers block scorns me, and taunts my ever thinking mind into believing that something is there when I persue I am lost in its darkness listening to its maniacal laughter at my nieve ways of trust.
Is there a person out there for me to trust with my secrets and love? A friend in which I can truly call “friend”
a boy to hold me, nay a man to protect me to shield me forever? Am I bound to this lonely life of meerly writing my truest desires and sharing them with the world of blindness, for who has the intelect or the intelligence to see my work as a plea for attention, a plea for love, an expression in false hope to find another like myself. Another lonely soul that is hungry for the same.
If there be why does he only come in my dreams? He haunts me while in sleep I am happy, and as day breaks and reality becomes life yet again I return to my pesimistic ways. Yet with time I notice that with reality and pesimism he too slips from my mind, my dreams are slowly depleating, no longer exsistant in detail. The slightest hint of a dream brings upon the utmost happiness that is soon lost to the cruel unforgiving light of day.
What is to become of poor me am I to waist away in self pity and loneliness?
Destined to be a Navy seal yes but is that all i want?
All I have to look forward to?
We shall see but time is of the essence
I am impatient.
Is there a cure?
L.A. Blues(By Ashley N. Allen)
My L.A blues have come again,
I fear the best and the worst future around the bend.
I feel myself fall for you,
and that is the cause of my LA blues.
You my friend are south down far,
put of my hands reach but always in my beating heart.
Why do I let myself play this game,
when I know I will lose and my heart will stay in pain.
My LA blues are so far yet so near,
all this pain for you my dear.
Again I think pray for a light of hope,
That together someday we will forever elope.
Yet deep inside I know,
that t’is just friendship for to LA I rarely go.
I fear the worst in these blues and pain,
That in your heart you feel not the same.
I just have this ache within my breast,
that the truth that is we are just friends.
I don’t know why I flirt and shmooze,
All it does is give me my LA blues.


