Because I went to school for psychology, I have been required to take a ridiculous number of personality assessments. You would think this would create some hostility or desire to avoid them in the future, but alas, I still take them roughly once a week. I don't know what it is about having the internet tell me things about myself that is so vindicating and satisfying, but it is so I will keep doing it.
Most recently I have been interested in the Meyers Briggs test (we will pretend it is for intellectual reasons and not because I always see posts on Pinterest of which Disney princesses are which type and I want to know who I am most like).
I have taken the test a billion times and consistently forget which I am and tend to get different results based on time of the day, where I am, the mood I am in ect. But most recently I visited 16personalities.com and I liked their test the most out of some I have done lately so I am going to stick with that one and write down my results so I don't forget and never have to do it again. That is how these work right? You do it until you get what you want and then sit in denial pretending like you will never change?
I am - according to them - INFP-T.
My results break down like this:
How many years away do you think we are from being able to upload our consciousness into a robot and then just living as a machine? I mean, the crazy german doctor guy did it in Captain America in like the 40s or 50s so I feel like I should be able to call up the apple store and get an iPerson which I can download my brain into and then not have to have social contact, because regular people are afraid of robots. Also, I can then be in two places at once. Most importantly, in bed reading, and then the robot can go to work for me protecting me from human contact. Then I can just download the interactions had at the end of the day and flip through a data base that will tell me what happened. That sounds nice right? Apple, Google, it's a race. GO! This all makes very little sense but I am very tired and ... well when do I ever make sense?