Thankfully, needy wasn’t one of the choices

I said in my earlier post that I’m known for fishing for compliments. Thanks to this nifty tool, as filched from Phantom Scribbler, now you can tell me what you really think of me with just a few clicks of the mouse. It’s called a Johari window, and I remember studying it in one of the many communications courses to which I’ve been subjected over the years – but now new and improved, and bloggable! Do I strike you as dignified? Complex, perhaps? Most certainly, you see me as powerful, proud and confident, right??

As I said in the title, thankfully needy isn’t one of the choices!

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