This is in response to David Foster’s query in the comments section.
First let me clarify, I do NOT suffer from diagnosed Aspergers, I just joke about having it a lot. As a child the school psychiatrists wanted to diagnose me with something and my parents wouldn’t allow it (even though my father was a practicing psychologist when I was born, before he became a DR). I think at the time many on the autism scale were diagnosed as “emotionally immature”. My father has the same personality, and so did my paternal grandmother, who had an EdD from I believe Columbia in the 50s, somehow, as I’ve been told women weren’t allowed to do anything in the 50’s–weird. My cousin Jonathan has full-on Aspergers and worked as a scientist for Bell Labs. So this personality trait or “ailment” whatever it is runs strong in my family. Whatever it is the Myers Briggs is testing for, I think when you test as an INTJ you are actually on the highest functioning end of the autism spectrum, intellectually autistic but still with enough social intelligence to grasp social ritual and practice it, albeit with disdain and little desire to have to deal with social situations at all.
As a child I was very earnest, bookish and a homebody. My mother is a highly neurotypical female who not only didn’t allow me to exhibit any nascent weirdness but she spent hours molding a thick veneer of her social self onto me, which I am thankful for because she is so opposite–the life of the party, the center of attention wherever she goes and a superior manipulator of other humans. She was able to do this solely because even though I was weird I really liked boys! So I was able to see the utility of her molding process. If you watch the show “Big Bang Theory”, imagine Penny with a homunculous of Sheldon in her brain (charming, I know). This served me well as a teen and 20s but in my 30s with the advent of a computer I reverted right back to a self-contained autodidact obsessively burning through intellectual pursuits and hobby after hobby and discarding them unceremoniously. This made my “autisitic” side very very pronounced for a while. It was during this period that I decided to take bar review 8 years after law school and take the bar, I passed, though with only vague aspirations to practicing, I see now it was really just another hobby in the end. Real estate is another one of these “hobbies” where I can gain a big store of specialized knowledge and share it with other people, which is basically what I appear to have been put on this earth to do.
Thing is, I don’t care about money, have no ambition and don’t care WHAT store of knowledge I share. When I was obsessed with knitting I would go to the yarn stores I did not work at and help people because I knew everything about yarn, when I managed a video store I had our whole catalogue memorized and knew where every video box in the store was–I had a coterie of customers who wouldn’t rent a movie without discussing it with me and this was wholly satisfying to me. So when I got into real estate for some extra scratch I was able to not only be that sort of knowledge helper I always naturally want to be, but I had a vast store of knowledge from my study of personality types to bring to bear, an autistic lack of self-consciousness, an ability to treat humans like revenue unit pieces in an RPG and so to not care about rejection and my mother’s personality to call upon for when I need to dazzle a prospect. Pretty lethal combination.