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kleenexwoman| Haughty Intellectual You are 100% Rational, 0% Extroverted, 42% Brutal, and 71% Arrogant. |
| You are the Haughty Intellectual. You are a very rational person, emphasizing logic over emotion, and you are also rather arrogant and self-aggrandizing. You probably think of yourself as an intellectual, and you would like everyone to know it. Not only that, but you also tend to look down on others, thinking yourself better than them. You could possibly have an unhealthy obsession with yourself as well, thus causing everyone to hate you for being such an elitist twat. On top of all that, you are also introverted and gentle. This means that you are just a quiet thinker who wants fame and recognition, in all likelihood. Rather lacking in emotion, introspective, gentle, and arrogant, you are most certainly a Haughty Intellectual! And, most likely, you will never achieve the recognition or fame you so desire! Sweet! To put it less negatively: 1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive. 2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted. 3. You are more GENTLE than brutal. 4. You are more ARROGANT than humble. Compatibility: Your exact opposite is the Schoolyard Bully. (Bullies like to beat up nerds, after all.) Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Braggart, the Hand-Raiser, and the Robot. * * If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits. The other personality types: The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Personality Defect Test written by saint_gasoline on Ok Cupid |
My little cousin Rebecca always wears pink. I asked her during Passover if she wore pink on the outside because she felt pink on the inside, and she just laughed at me.
I take things very literally, so I always make sure to wear at least one article of clothing that is dull reddish-purple. Today it is my socks.
When I am a zombie, I shall wear green.
I'm officially upset right now, and that's not something that happens often. My mom decided to bang on my bedroom door and yell at me while I was in the midst of automanipulation, which is always awkward, and my answer of "I'll be out in a second" did not satisfy her in the least. As I attempted to pull on my pants, she said something which I do not remember. It was one of those sitcom-style things where whatever someone is saying is not that funny taken on its own, but in light of whatever wacky situation Dumb Actor #1 and Dumb Actor #2 have gotten themselves into, it is apparently fucking hysterical. It's not a double-entendre exactly and I'm not sure what you'd call it. Anyway, I laughed, and she got really mad and asked me what was so funny. Naturally, I refused to tell her. She got even madder and started yelling at me in earnest. Angry yelling, not can-you-hear-me yelling. I kept telling her that it was something I did not want to discuss with her and apologized several times, and she yelled even more and then I started crying and rocking back and forth, pulling my hair out, putting my hands over my ears, hitting the bed. I haven't done that in a really long time. I finally had to tell her what I was doing, and although she didn't freak out or anything, which I knew she wouldn't, because she's cool that way, I'm still upset and don't want to talk to her. Pretty childish, I guess, but I haven't been this genuinely upset with someone in a long time. Usually, I can either understand why someone is upset and not be angry with them, or I can not care about them at all and therefore be OK with it. This is neither of those, hence the severe emotional outburst. I hate doing that.
A little history for people who I haven't told this to: Detroit and environs has almost no public transportation whatsoever. This is because it is built on cars, hence the "Motor City" nickname. Specifically, on Ford factories, and Henry Ford, being intelligent, decided to pay his workers enough so that they could buy the cars they made. This led to Detroit not needing any buses or subways because everyone had cars because everyone worked at Ford and was paid well.
So it's a good thing that I can ride my bike to the Gap, because I don't have a driver's license yet and I might be getting a job there. I have an interview tomorrow. They don't pay as well as Ford factories did before the recession, so I won't be able to buy their $30 jeans. This isn't a problem, because I don't buy $30 jeans. Mine cost $5 and come from K-Mart, where I also applied.
Also, I encourage everyone to check out Morris Kelp. He is my uncle and does music-type things. You click on his graphics to hear songs. My personal favorite is "Larry the Bugman". His name is not actually Morris Kelp. I'm not going to tell you what it is.
And for those who are interested, I finally got the pictures of myself and various other things back from developing. They came out looking like CRAP because I can't take pictures. I'll post them anyway, but I'm going to steal my little brother's digital camera and take some pictures of myself and my feet that do not suck.
