Typology but Make It Fun
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Last published Sat, May 24, 2025
Ever looked at someone and thought, "WHY are you built like that??" Or stared at the ceiling like, "What's actually wrong with me..."
Well gang, welcome to the chaos. This is your no-filter, no-boring-stuff guide to understanding yourself (and your friends, crushes, enemies, that one weird cousin) with the Enneagram.
Types? Check. Triads? Yup. Instincts? Oh absolutely. Subtypes? They're literally so juicy.
Whether you're deep in the typology trenches or just here for fun, there's gonna be a moment where you go, "HALO? That's SO ME??"
Let's figure out your inner mess together !! >_<
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