Addison Walker – Contributor

There really should be a third personality category when the question comes up: “Are you a type A or a type B?”  And that third category is Type C, for people like me who don’t fit neatly into the hyper-organized Type A world or the effortlessly relaxed Type B one. We’re the ones who somehow embody both the “clean girl” aesthetic and the barely held together chaos of someone who loses their clothes in their own bedroom. And honestly, the fact that I’m writing this article the day it’s due tells you everything you need to know.

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I’m aware that the Type C personality I’m referring to isn’t an official psychological term, but it has absolutely become a modern cultural category: a mix of Type A ambition and Type B softness. The one who loves a plan but also forgets the plan exists. And that’s the whole point of being Type C: you’re not committed to one extreme. Type A people wake up at 5 a.m. with colour-coded calendars. Type B people wake up at noon and let the day take them wherever they want. Type C? We wake up, decide who we feel like being that day, and adjust accordingly. And I think everyone could benefit from that balance.

Type A people should, once in a while, turn off their brains and take a breather. Type B people could probably adopt one or two Type A habits, like owning a planner and maybe not losing their debit card weekly. Type C sits in the middle, enjoying the best of both worlds: ambition and breathing room, structure with spontaneity, discipline with a dash of chaos. Some days we’re polished and productive. Other days, we’re winging it, improvising and still managing to pull everything together at the last second. It’s about contradiction and versatility and the ability to pivot between a put-together girl and a go-with-the-flow gremlin depending on what the day demands. 

The funniest part is that Type C personalities are constantly misunderstood because we “look” like we have it together until someone watches us function for more than 24 hours (who knows what my roommates think). We’re the friend who gives thoughtful advice but forgot to eat lunch, the student who writes an amazing paper but again, writes it the day it’s due. 

We live in this weird middle ground where we’re competent, capable and ambitious, but our process is held together by coffee, intuition and the occasional crisis-powered productivity sprint. And honestly, maybe that’s our superpower: we don’t run on perfect systems, we run on adaptability.