The Fat Lady Sang, It's Over Now...Welcome to the White House, President Romney

When I worked in mental health, a colleague of mine was getting his doctorate in psychology and needed some guinea pigs to practice evaluating the psychological profiles of people using various tests that were in vogue at the time, so I agreed to help him out.  After the tests were completed, I met with him so he could go over the results with me.  They were eerily accurate in pinpointing certain aspects of my character and conduct.

It was fascinating just how accurate the profile was and I don’t recall being able to protest any of it.  But there was one area that I have never forgotten because I saw it as a potential weakness that could cause me problems if I did not work to change it a little.

On a scale from one to ten, one of the tests measured the strength of certain personality traits — with one being the weakest and ten being the strongest.  When it came to measuring my attention to detail, I got a one.  The colleague explained to me that it indicated that I was a visionary who was preoccupied with looking ahead at the bigger picture and did not want to be bothered with the details.  As a practical example of how this impacted my life, he told me I probably found myself frequently stubbing my toe or banging my knee on something because I was so focused on the future and getting there that I did not pay attention to my immediate circumstances.

Ouch!  No wonder I have so many bruises all the time.

I said all that to say, I hate statistics.  The endless scrutiny and arguing over the minutia and accuracy of the polls leading up to elections is so boring to me and –especially in this election — I was barely able to pay attention enough to follow what everyone was arguing about.

The plus side of my inability to pay attention to details is that I am intuitive and able to clearly see the way forward or trends that are coming that few others see or feel certain about.

I’m sure you know where I’m going with this diary by now.  Setting aside the endless questionable polls and the expert’s vaunted opinions of how the election will turn out today, it is obvious to me that we will have a new President in the White House next year named Mitt Romney.  Just call it a hunch.  A strong hunch.  And get ready to do the happy dance.