I have noticed a trend. The simpler a perceiver's life is, the less that they are personally

responsible for, the cleaner and more organized everything is. And every layer of complexity

that gets added to a perceiver's life, the more out of control it gets. Judgers are the opposite.

The simpler their life is, the more likely they are to be disorganized or a little messy. But

every layer of complication that gets added to their life, the more they respond to that

complication by infusing more organization and orderliness. In some ways, it's a response to

complexity.

Hi, welcome back to the Personality Hacker podcast.

My name is Joel Mark Witt.

And I'm Antonio, I'm still thinking about this kid, Tim, who made fun of me when I was a teenager.

Are we going to go get him?

I would love to.

Oh, yeah?

I might know where he lives.

But he used to mercilessly make fun of me in front of our other friends. Yeah. You know why? For having an amazingly clean car. How dare you? My first car. Well, actually, my first car was a Jeep. My grandfather gave me when I was like 16, but it, like, died really quickly. Oh. So the first car I purchased was a Ford Aspire. Yeah.

It's basically like this little very tiny little, I mean, it was like a stick shift,

five speed. Oh, you remember stick shifts? I remember. Pepperidge Farm remember sticks. And it was so,

I remember when we were in the shop with the guy that was selling it to us with my dad.

Yeah.

I looked at the car and I went, I looked at the guy selling it to us and I went, this car, if it gets hit by a semi, I'd probably die, wouldn't I? And he's like, oh, that's a pretty extreme thing to think. But, I mean, we got some bars on the side that reinforces. I think you'd be okay. So it's like if you look up Ford Aspire online, it's like this tiny little, it looks like a little egg.

Yeah. Mine was white. So it definitely look like an egg. Yeah. This is like in the mid-90s, right? Yeah. And anyway, so I would, I had this car and I kept it immaculate. Yeah. I mean, I would vacuum it out. There was no trash. It was picked clean. You know, friends would jump in and ride around with me and it was just immaculate. And again, this friend Tim and then other friends started catching on would make fun of me. Like, you're a single guy. Why is your car so clean? Blah, blah, blah. And they call me names. I'm not going to repeat any of the names here because they're offensive.

And I'd be like, what's wrong with having a clean car, right? Like I was, I was proud of my car. I'd spill something in it. I'd clean it up. I remember spilling coffee one day, riding with my friend Jason. And I like, I pulled over. I closed it right. like, I screamed. I was really upset because I spilled this coffee on the mat and I had to go get clean.

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