well, duh

I’m sure this one will come as a real shocker…

(thanks to rogue for this amusing waste of time)

Your result for The Personality Defect Test…

Emo Kid

You are the Emo Kid, best described as a quiet pussy!  You tend to be an intuitive rather than a logical thinker, meaning you rely more on your feelings than your thoughts.  Not only that, but you are introverted, gentle, and rather humble.  You embody all the traits of the perfect emo kid.  You are a push-over, an emotional thinker, gentle to the extent of absurdity, and so humble that it even makes Jesus puke.  (And Jesus almost never pukes, being immortal and not requiring an act of puke to dispell toxins from his corporeal manifestation.)  If you write poetry, you no doubt write angsty, syrupy lines about depression, sadness, and other such redundant states of emo-being that go something like this:life is a spike / upon which i have impaled mysefl / fuck you dad

So, your personality is defective because you are too gentle, rather underconfident in yourself, decidely lacking in any rational thought, and also a bit too inhibited.  Plus, your poetry really upsets your father.

I probably made you cry, didn’t I?  Fucking Emo Kid.

To put it less negatively:

1.  You are more INTUITIVE than rational.

2.  You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.

3.  You are more GENTLE than brutal.

4.  You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.


Your exact opposite is the Smartass.

Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Hippie, the Televangelist, and the Starving Artist.

in which thefacebook.com lets me down

I am so very very sad at the moment. not only to learn that the father of a dear friend of mine died recently– and, no, I do not include this in this post in any glib way. quite frankly, not only is it awful news, impossible to respond to other than lamely and uselessly, painful to sit by while a friend suffers. also it’s a wake-up call for me with all my blather– that there are far more weighty and grievous things going on in the world, and that perhaps I ought not to be quite so blythe and irritating. also that my own parents are no vernal poultry. and I’ve no idea how I’m going to react when the inevitable comes to pass, as it does more and more frequently for my contemporaries. either that or long-term care necessities. the stuff of real life.

with this perspective, what does it really matter that my new toy only allows membership to the micro-section of the population who happen to have .edu email addresses?… only that I’ve just emailed a whole slew of my favorite people, prompted, probably foolishly, to mash the “Invite” button. and now they’re going to be not only pestered with my group-emailing but also frustrated should they actually attempt to join. gr. and feh.

evidently it’s time for my nap.