I’m working on this theory in my head, that really has basis for anything, or even really any merit, but here goes.
I think you can tell a lot about a person and what they love based on their Instagram photos. I know, shocker right? People take pictures of things they like and it’s somehow a massive window into their personality. Call me Dr. Freud. Seriously though. Above are four different Instagram feeds that I follow…. Well, one is mine and there are three that I follow.
Top Right: I’d guess traveling, reading, somewhat healthy guitar player.
Bottom Left: Family person who loves the holidays and nature.
Bottom Right: They have this for one reason. To capture moments with their family.
Pretty interesting isn’t it?
So here’s my thoughts. This photo-technology (like most recent social networking technology) has allowed us a window into people’s living rooms. This is what they are hanging on their walls. This is the stuff that is important to them. The stuff they find beauty in. Maybe one stream is only different plates of food. Maybe it’s all only pictures on themselves. Maybe it’s groups of friends. Maybe it’s photos of their cat dressed up in different costumes. Who know’s. It’s amazing how much you can learn about a person just based on the photos they take.
Anyone else noticed this or am I the only weirdo paying attention to people’s photo habits? And while we’re at it, leave your Instagram name in the comments so we can all see what you’re into.
So, I thought about something this morning as I was mowing and it’s been in me head all day. I’ve decided that I have a theory that there are three different types of people in the world and their “types” can be changed if they try hard enough, but really I just came to the conclusion that I have no idea what I am talking about and thought I would share.
The Type Q: The Type Q person is the organized one. The doctors, the lawyers, the dentists, people like that. They know what they want and they go for it. They are professionals. They set alarm clocks on Saturday’s, read entire newspapers, and are predictable. Not predictable in a bad way. Predictable in a reliable way. These are the people you want in charge of money, and schedule.
The Type M: These are the folks who occasionally miss important things, they remember where their keys are but are wondering the parking lot looking for their car. They have the ability to be a Type Q but if given the opportunity would sneak off and take a nap. These guys will intentionally do something different simply to prove they are not a “Q”, but then feel awkward about choosing to do that. They are a bit flighty, but can be trusted in a serious moment and genuinely try to be as organized as possible. There’s a lot more to say about the Type M, but unfortunately Type M’s also forget about what they were thinking about while they were mowing.
The Type Y: These are the one’s that you can count on being late to things. They have lost their keys and their car is still parked at the bus station. They typically can’t spell well, and somehow function in society perfectly fine. These are the people you want in charge of anything creative in your life. You want them planning the parties, you want them writing the music, and you want them to answer their phone they lost. You know the one’s I am talking about. They are the most fun to be around, if you can track them down long enough to hang out.
So here are my thoughts. Most people will want to fall into the “M” category. They want to be the fun-loving goof ball, but only when it means they can be arty and weird. When they want a job they turn that off and be a serious asset. To be honest I think a lot people are “M’s” but we all know the “Q’s” and “Y’s” are out there. Here’s the thing. I think “Q’s” secretly want to be “M’s” because they think they are a little cooler than they are. “M’s” can get away with not shaving for a week, and wearing flip-flops to work for a day.
“M’s” secretly wish they were a little more like the “Y’s” because they have it in them but can’t let go of the “Q” in them. They can’t bring themselves to not run spell check before sending the e-mail. They want to have days where they forget to get dressed and leave the shower running for four hours because they see the need for embracing that free spirit. The problem is, in the back of “M’s” mind they know that the water bill is going to come and then start stressing out about leaving the shower on.
“Y’s” get annoying at being a “Y” a lot of the time, because they know that it’s frustrating to not accomplish things they want to do. They wish they hadn’t unplugged their alarm clock before a big meeting, and they hate that they need to rely on the “Q’s” to take care of them. They want to be self-sufficient, but realize that unless they concentrate harder than ever the best they can shoot for is to become an “M”.
I think each type has it’s own benefits and down sides. “Q’s” can do anything they set their mind to. They can come up with a strategy to take on the world and follow through. “M’s” have the ability to create something and turn it in to something effective. If they paint, they have the knowledge to sell it. If they write songs, they can muster the ability to market it. You get the idea. ”Y’s” are the creators. They are the ones staying up all night creating a personality theory that holds no merit. They are the ones embracing the beauty of the world around them and causing other people to embrace it as well.
Here’s where it gets weird. I believe everyone is born a “Y”. Don’t believe me? Tell that to a two-year-old the next time you see him cramming spaghetti in his ear. Tell that to the toddler dancing stark naked around the room to a cell phone ringtone. Every child is a “Y”, and that’s why we adults marvel at watching them being a “Y”. Before jobs, and stress and money and influence bombarded our lives, we were all once a “Y”. I sort of miss it, but that’s because I think I am an “M”.
Here’s the first reason I think I am an “M”. I’m writing this stupid post at midnight because I have been thinking about it all day. Another thing that show’s my “M-ness” is the fact that I used “Q, M, and Y” as my types. You thought I would have used “A, B and C” right? Or maybe “1, 2 and 3″? Nope. I also think I am an “M” because there are more days than not where I desperately want to be a “Y”. I want to forget about the stresses of life, the fear of danger, the lack of money, the unknown. I want to forget about that stuff and laugh about cramming spaghetti in my ear. I want to turn the stairs in my house into a water slide and not worry about repairs. But then I realize those are things that also make life valuable. I live the idea of supporting my family and creating a better life for them. I love the idea of taking nothing and turning it in to something.
Like I said, this thing is absolutely not a legit theory and most likely today was more of a “Y” day for me. The scary part about this is, that I could probably keep typing about this for hours. But hey, at least I haven’t started making up my own language. So if you are still reading this, and I’m not sure why, what are you? A “Q”, an “M” or a “Y”?