June 17, 2012
As I recall, Bohemian bordering on Iconoclast. I also recall that this typing felt intuitively correct. However, the fellow I spoke with in Yonkers assured me I was wrong about one of them. He really sounded like he knew what he was talking about. He wouldn't give me the answer either, insisting I'd have more fun figuring "it" out for myself.
I quit working with it after I exhausted my curiosity. I moved on to other things -- as one so often does. Within the last year or so, someplace, I read and felt persuaded by a statement on the enneagram; namely, that it's good for the superstructures of individual personality but it doesn't reach into the depths of reality and existence. I can't remember the rationale for this judgment, or even its source, but I felt it was a good commentary.
Wow. I dunno . . . maybe just life itself. The first thing that popped into my mind when I read the question quickly, before going back to write the answers, was . . . "my wife." The (whole truth and nothing but the truth) is far more complicated, but maybe I should just let it go at that. It's true and complete enough. It explains an awful lot (for better or worse). And it would please her if she ever found out I said that (minus the subsequent qualifications, of course).
I met some enneagram types at a party in Yonkers recently. They encouraged me to visit this site. About eight years ago I became interested in the enneagram & read about it seriously. However, I no longer have my heavily marked-up copy of the manual.