The Personality Test

    So I took this psychology class and we had to take this personality test that tells You about You. It was quite interesting to see in results what I had been feeling my whole life silently. We had to write about our results and post it on the class message board, and this following post is what I said. I saved it because I received a lot of comments from classmates saying that I'm crazy, and I need help... Serious help. Again, another result that I already knew. Anyways, Here it is... Enjoy your Tuesday Night.

                                                   The Personality Test

     So I took the Big Five Personality test, not solely because it was an assignment, but I really don’t know who I am. My amnesia and my John Doe driver’s license serve as proof. I’m just floating through life, not really knowing who I am, or what it is that I was meant to do. But after taking this personality test, I have somewhat a peep hole into my true personality.

                The results are true; I am original, creative, curious, and complex. I like to do new things in new ways and take simple ideas and make them more complex than they should be. I am relatively open to new experiences, and my curiosity for adventure will eventually become my downfall. I am extremely disorganized, you should see my house, and mentally disorganized as well. I have no idea what I am doing in life, and my mental stability has no structure. My memory consists of sticky notes peeling off of a chalk board that has been erased a trillion times. My damaged memory, and early signs of Alzheimer’s in my opinion, makes me very undependable. Please don’t request that I remind you of something… I chose to get married at the first of the month to simplify remembering it… and I still fail. 

                I’m also reserved, quiet, and extremely shy. Put me in a room of my closest friends, and I will still pick a corner to park my body and rigorously chew on my fingernails. I’m nervous, high-strung, and insecure. I always feel as if I have broccoli in my teeth, so I never smile. I never think that my outfit is socially acceptable, so I hide in shadows like a mugger hunting for confidence. Not once, sober, have I approached a woman first. I usually wait for them to approach me in my solitaire corner and provide them with short insecure answers. This is the soundtrack of my life, played at a low volume.

                To justify my impatience, I blame my father. Every time I ever asked him for anything, his reply would be always be “Tomorrow.” So now till this day, and the day after, not tomorrow, I hate the word ‘Tomorrow’. It has to happen today or never. Also maybe I could blame this poor trait on my mother who once promised me a summer vacation to Kings Dominion that never happened. I got my hopes up so high, and that free fall down destroyed all of my confidence in tomorrow; so now I never get my hopes up, and my eyebrows automatically fold and the sound of the word tomorrow. If I had 24hrs to live, I would commit suicide… that’s the severity of my impatience.