Type Bs are so misunderstood. I get that Type A personalities have their own struggles, but we Type Bs have a major struggle of our own: people can’t seem to understand that we’re not lazy. We’re just chill, and we prefer to go with the flow. In a world where everyone seems to brag about being busy like it’s the quintessential goal in life, Type Bs can be left feeling as though people just don’t get us, or don’t appreciate our outlook on life.
Here’s what’s going through our heads when we’re making choices that you think are “lazy”:
- It’s not that I don’t want to do research for my vacation. It’s just that I want to take the time to actually relax and be on vacation. If I’m going to a kick-ass city on my bucket list, I want to just spend some time and be in that city. Paris? I just want to wander down a random street and sit in a café for hours. I really don’t need to go through hundreds of online reviews to find the best one. It kind of ruins it; I prefer the thrill of the dice roll.
- I don’t want to speed and stress during the whole drive to my destination just to get there five minutes earlier. We laugh when we see cars weaving in and out of traffic only to get stuck at the same traffic light that we do. If we get to work five minutes late, we’ll just stay five minutes longer. What’s the big hurry?
- Lists just aren’t really my thing. I’m glad you know exactly what you’re going to buy and what your total payment will come out to, but I want to head to the store and see what catches my eye. Ooh, avocados look good this week! Bam, guacamole.
- Yes, I saw your missed calls. I just don’t want to talk right now, or I want to fully focus on something else. If I’m eating dinner, I just want to be eating dinner. If I’m picnicking in the park with my friend, I just want to sit on the grass with my feet stretched out and my shoes off. Or maybe I’m just lying in bed reading a good book, and don’t want to interrupt it. I’ll call you when I call you. Send me a text if it’s important.
- I frankly don’t think anybody really cares about homemade Halloween decorations and your meticulously carved jack-o’-lantern. You know what they care about? Candy. Screw the decorations and just buy giant bars of candy. And stop judging me for my one sad pumpkin on the porch. If you’re one of those people that really loves crafting, go for it. If not, don’t. It’s not that I don’t want to put in the effort, it’s just that I want to put in the effort where it actually counts.
- I don’t plan meet-ups in advance because I value spontaneity. It’s great that you ask me to your apartment a week in advance and have four different homemade snacks on offer. It’s just not how I plan. I make my plans based on my mood of the moment. If I want company, I’ll call you and see if you’re around to come over. And as for snacks, you’ll get whatever happens to be in my fridge.
Enjoy your control, Type As! I’ll just go on enjoying my low blood pressure.
