I’m a firm believer that you have to know yourself before you can expect someone else to know you. Similarly, you must love or at least openly accept yourself before expecting love from someone else.
On that note, I took a random personality survey during the little’s morning nap. It said I am…
You are analytical and logical – and on a quest to learn everything you can. Smart and complex, you always love a new intellectual challenge. Your biggest pet peeve is people who slow you down with trivial chit chat. A quiet maverick, you tend to ignore rules and authority whenever you feel like it.
In love, you are an easy person to fall for. But you’re not an easy person to stay in love with. Although you are quite flexible, you often come off as aloof or argumentative.
At work, you are both a logical and creative thinker. You are great at solving problems. You would make an excellent mathematician, programmer, or professor.
How you see yourself: Creative, fair, and tough-minded.
When other people don’t get you, they see you as: arrogant, cold, and robotic.
So true. I’m not a know it all, I just like knowing a little about everything. Just missing the part about a dry sense of humor, but the survey didn’t ask much about what I thought was funny or clever. Personality is such an interesting topic to me, because while we are always changing and adapting, the core of who we are rarely changes.
Click through and take this survey yourself! Promise it’s not spam or trying to phish your personal information. Only takes a few minutes and the results may surprise you depending on how well you know yourself.
Things like this make me wish I had further pursued a psychology degree, despite how much I love animals, and am looking forward to going back to work as a vet tech in the near future. The human mind is fascinating.
And now that I probably sound totally weird… I hope my US readers had a fantastic 4th of July. The little watched sparklers lit by our neighbors and was fascinated with the illegal aerials from a few streets away. And we had breakfast for dinner because the grill ran out of propane. Hah! A possible new tradition?