Confessions of a Feared Cult Leader
The other day I spent some time at one of several internet personality quiz sites. It was an enlightening experience, and I feel more whole and complete now that I've participated in this type of self-analysis. Truly! I do! Absolutely.
If you do a Google search on the words "personality quiz sites" you'll find about 342,000 possible sites offered for your browsing pleasure! I've probably been to most of them. I'm hooked because it's cheaper than therapy and with just a few "clicks" of my mouse I can learn about myself and my life. With a few MORE clicks, I can change the results until I find the personality I WANT to have. How cool is that?
I have a theory about why there's such a plethora of these sites, and why they're so popular. Several theories, in fact.
-People are bored.
-People are curious.
-People want explanations, confirmation, justification, or absolution for their own perceived quirks, or the quirks of others.
Think about it! How can you refute a test that tells you with complete scientific authority that by earning a score 60% you most closely resemble Pooh Bear of all the denizens of the Hundred Acre Woods?
When things aren't going well in a relationship, isn't it comforting to find that it's not YOU who has/is the problem? I mean, how on earth can you hope to coexist in peace and harmony with someone whose color personality is "Puce", while yours is a lovely and sedate "Goldenrod"? You don't have to be the sharpest crayon in the box to see that this relationship isn't going to work. Clearly, the only thing to do in a case like this is find yourself a "Pomegranate" and fulfill your destiny.
And we don't need to talk about the futility of trying to defend your "Buick" personality to your "Camero" coworker. Everyone knows a Camero is simply incapable of any thought that requires more depth than a parking lot puddle after a gentle spring misting. The Camero is all flash. You're all wheel drive.
Here's a summary of the things I've learned about myself:
I'm a monkey.
I'm an average internet user.
I'm Pooh Bear.
I'm the color Burnt Sienna.
I'm a VW Bug.
I'm a Leo who should be with a Sagittarius in order to feel complete.
I'm a piece of cheesecake with strawberry topping.
I'm a green M & M.
I'm sensible shoes and flannel.
I'm an ENFP.
The most disturbing of my self discoveries, though, has to do with my past lives. According to one quiz I took, I was a feared cult leader in a past life. According to another, I was a nun. I'm a believer, I swear! But that seems like a huge disparity to me. Hey! Wait! Perhaps I was the nun AFTER I was the feared cult leader so that I could have a chance to do penance for my evil cult leader ways! That must be it. Yeah.
You know what really fries me, though? What really puts the harumph in my heart? In NONE of my tests did I find confirmation that I'm a sexy, alluring, femme fatal sort of woman. No matter how many times I changed my answers, I couldn't make that one work out. I'm the Dorm Mom/Librarian type with enough inhibitions to keep me chaste well into my next 7 or 8 lives. I guess there are worse things, right? RIGHT? *sigh* Maybe in my next life, huh?
Go take a test and report back to me, will you? ;-)
If you do a Google search on the words "personality quiz sites" you'll find about 342,000 possible sites offered for your browsing pleasure! I've probably been to most of them. I'm hooked because it's cheaper than therapy and with just a few "clicks" of my mouse I can learn about myself and my life. With a few MORE clicks, I can change the results until I find the personality I WANT to have. How cool is that?
I have a theory about why there's such a plethora of these sites, and why they're so popular. Several theories, in fact.
-People are bored.
-People are curious.
-People want explanations, confirmation, justification, or absolution for their own perceived quirks, or the quirks of others.
Think about it! How can you refute a test that tells you with complete scientific authority that by earning a score 60% you most closely resemble Pooh Bear of all the denizens of the Hundred Acre Woods?
When things aren't going well in a relationship, isn't it comforting to find that it's not YOU who has/is the problem? I mean, how on earth can you hope to coexist in peace and harmony with someone whose color personality is "Puce", while yours is a lovely and sedate "Goldenrod"? You don't have to be the sharpest crayon in the box to see that this relationship isn't going to work. Clearly, the only thing to do in a case like this is find yourself a "Pomegranate" and fulfill your destiny.
And we don't need to talk about the futility of trying to defend your "Buick" personality to your "Camero" coworker. Everyone knows a Camero is simply incapable of any thought that requires more depth than a parking lot puddle after a gentle spring misting. The Camero is all flash. You're all wheel drive.
Here's a summary of the things I've learned about myself:
I'm a monkey.
I'm an average internet user.
I'm Pooh Bear.
I'm the color Burnt Sienna.
I'm a VW Bug.
I'm a Leo who should be with a Sagittarius in order to feel complete.
I'm a piece of cheesecake with strawberry topping.
I'm a green M & M.
I'm sensible shoes and flannel.
I'm an ENFP.
The most disturbing of my self discoveries, though, has to do with my past lives. According to one quiz I took, I was a feared cult leader in a past life. According to another, I was a nun. I'm a believer, I swear! But that seems like a huge disparity to me. Hey! Wait! Perhaps I was the nun AFTER I was the feared cult leader so that I could have a chance to do penance for my evil cult leader ways! That must be it. Yeah.
You know what really fries me, though? What really puts the harumph in my heart? In NONE of my tests did I find confirmation that I'm a sexy, alluring, femme fatal sort of woman. No matter how many times I changed my answers, I couldn't make that one work out. I'm the Dorm Mom/Librarian type with enough inhibitions to keep me chaste well into my next 7 or 8 lives. I guess there are worse things, right? RIGHT? *sigh* Maybe in my next life, huh?
Go take a test and report back to me, will you? ;-)
posted by Karen at 1:47 PM
7 Comments:
I'm an INTP.
Actually, the Myers-Briggs personality test dates back many years and isn't just one of those entertaining internet tests. I've read several books about it, and it's amazingly accurate a good deal of the time.
W
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wow, how disappointing that you can't live vicariously on the edge even in some silly internet quizzes! hehe you always come up with the goods on the thought provoking richter scale. You make me think and thats always fun! 'cept for the haeadaches right after lol!
Actually, W, I have another confession to make. I'm fascinated by personality studies and have been for a long time. Legitimate personality studies, anyway, which include Myers/Briggs, The Enneagram, and several others. I should have been more forthright in noting that the MB indicator is a legitimate and proven tool. Thanks for keeping me honest. :-)
Seven, thanks for the compliment. LOL Don't suppose you'd be interested in letting me live YOUR life for a little while, huh? I've never wrestled gators, seen Nawlins, or spent time on an oil rig. YOU can change cat litter, floss your teeth for excitement, and read the obituaries every day as a source of entertainment. ;-)
I am a sucker for these surveys, polls, quizzes. Tonight I took one to find out the age I will die. Yeah. No kidding. It said 72. I retook it then it said 89. I still wasn't happy so I retook it again and purposely changed the answers. I'm still unhappy with the answer. inky
I always test INFP/INTP. No wonder we get along so well. But then again, who don't you get along with, Sugah Pie?
And for the record, I find librarian types extremely sexy. (*whistlin' Dixie face*)
(that was me up there) ^
~Raspberry Lips
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