Delinquency. My bad. My friend Bertil.

So let me pick it up here. I've been busy, but that is no excusing not writing this blog. Besides, I have noticed that you, my readers, are still reading, so I guess I need to keep writing.

Life has been boring for me so far. Which is probably a good thing. I go to work, I dress up, I take subway, I travel to another city, I work with my teammates, I come back home, I watch some tv, I go to bed. It almost feel that life like a ticking clock, where every minute moves in exactly the same distance, no surprises.

I am a ISTJ (any Myer-Biggs fans out there). This means that I will struggle a little bit in my new job. Indeed, my first week was not easy, not for the work I was doing, but mostly for four days of exposure to the team. As an introvert, I felt exhausted after four days of team work. Of course, I know I am a long-distance runner, so it probably only takes a bit time for me to adopt.

I was in New York a couple of weeks ago. I stayed with my friend Bertil in a rectory school. Bertil is a friend I get to know from my co-op life, but this time I really got a chance to know him. I am going to take this chance to profile him.

Bertil is a cool kid. Back in college, he directed a bunch of absurd plays that not too many people appreciate. But he insisted that he knew the best of arts. He was one of the best foosball players in the dorm, and took great proud of constantly beating me. Once he started a "streak" board, in an attempt to humiliate my sub-par plays. Sometimes when I walked in the hallway, he would jump out from his room suddenly and knock me into the wall. Then I would wrestle him. He is about the same height as I am, so I could take him. He has an almost unnatural ability to un-selectively appreciate everybody, so we became friends.

After graduation, he took a job in a rectory school, almost teaching everything. At that time, I thought he was just a washed-up elite school graduate who sought meanings of life in doing good deeds. However, this visit changed my mind.

The night I arrived, we head out to a bar. On the subway train, we went through the girls in our co-op, playing a pseudo-hot-or-not game. It turns out that Bertil and I had very different tastes.... Stop digressing! Anyway, we got there, and he called up his girlfriend, a girl he slept with a couple of times but now was avoiding. We met at a loud bar. After a while, we took the subway back. That girl was one of the most self-centric person, but she was totally into Bertil. On the train, she began to subtly touch Bertil, but Bertil did not seem to react. Of course, they slept together that night, but then Bertil tried to avoid her calls the very next day. And that makes sense to me.

So we did not get a chance to chat the first night, but then we had quite long conversation the next two nights. I was surprised to see how mature Bertil is (I thought he was like a playboy, with a natural likability that even he himself did not fully realize). He talked about why he did not like that girl. He talked about the politics in the rectory school. He actually had a very sophisticated way of judging people, just like the way I am. In the middle of the night, we got into the church in front of school, and he began to play electric-simulating organ, with a long dedicated to an old woman, whom he claimed he was in love.

Besides these, we watched a skateboarding contest, watched a absurd play (which he liked a lot), and visited SoHo and time square. I got a chance to met with his cousin, who was totally as cool as Bertil. We got drunk that night, so we played "squeezing the other person into the wall" on the street, just like we did back in the co-op dorm. With fun time like that, I never managed to get up early to run in central park as I had planned. But what the heck, I had a good time.

So here is the thing. While I can be cool and fun once a while (possibly after a drink), Bertil is always cool and fun. Some times during my stay with Bertil, I got a feeling that I did not deserve a friend like Bertil. In heart, I want to be like Bertil. As an ISTJ, I want to be like Bertil, an ENTJ.