I’m not sure if a recent commenter was calling me a Lisa Simpson or if they were requesting an Enneagram character sketch of her, so I’ll assume the latter and off we go.
First off, let’s be honest. I’m only a casual viewer of The Simpsons. Here’s what I remember about Lisa:
She likes rules. She plays the saxophone. Bart, and his chaotic state, annoy her. She’s smarter than her father, at least, and maybe both of her parents. She’s kind of a pain because she’s so stringent. However, her open vulnerability can be very endearing and sad. She’s an alien in her own world.
My God, I am a Lisa Simpson! Oh, dear.
Much rueful chuckling goes here.
Well, then, Lisa — a character I tend to dislike — must be a Five.
That may not be true, but I don’t want to delve further. It’s a Monday morning and I’ve only had one cup of coffee so far. Self-searching requires at least a donut or something.