“A Phone Conversation Between a Choleric and a Phlegmatic

[Choleric call agresion] 🎵 The phone rings, the choleric answers, On the other end, I hear the phlegmatic. “Hi, choleric, how are you?” “Well, as usual, no changes.” [Phlegmatic call nostalgia] 🎵 I’m good, the sun is shining, Everything’s fine, nothing bothers me. Choleric, how about you? “I’m not complaining, but I’m not over the moon.” [Choleric call agresion] 🎵 No need to talk, sometimes you annoy me, Your indifference drives me crazy. Maybe you could be a bit more engaged? “Calm down, choleric, there’s no point in getting upset.” [Phlegmatic call nostalgia] 🎵 You know, life is short, no need to stress, Choleric, maybe you should relax? Instead of always fighting, maybe we could find common ground? “Find common ground? Not my style, I’m a choleric!” [Choleric call agresion] 🎵 Exactly, that’s the problem, You’re always so calm, I’m always on edge. Maybe we could switch roles for a moment? “No way, choleric, no way.” [Phlegmatic call nostalgia] 🎵 Alright, fine, I’ll become a choleric for a moment. “Darn it, everything irritates me, I’m furious!” Now it’s your turn, choleric, be as calm as I am. [Choleric call agresion] 🎵 Okay, okay, I’m calm, Nothing bothers me, I’m indifferent. But being a choleric isn’t for me, I’m going back to my natural state. Goodbye, phlegmatic, goodbye. “Goodbye, choleric, goodbye.” 🎵