One word. Boring. Sums you up to a tee. You’re responsible, trustworthy, serious and down to earth. Boring. Boring. Boring.
You play by the rules. You follow tradition. You encourage structure.
You insist that EVERYBODY do EVERYTHING by the book. Seriously, is there even an ounce of imagination in that little brain of yours? I mean, what’s the point of imagination, right? It has no practical value…
As far as you’re concerned, abstract theories can go screw themselves. You just want the facts, all the facts and nothing but the facts.
Oh. And you’re a perfectionist. About everything. You know that the previous sentence was gramattically incorrect and that “gramattically” was spelled wrong. Your financial records are correct to 25 decimal places and your bedroom is in pristine condition. In fact, you even don’t sleep on your bed anymore for fear that you might crease the sheets.
Thankfully, you don’t have anyone else to share the bed with, because you’re uncomfortable expressing affection and emotion to others. Too bad.
» I think this is actually mostly right… sadly. I am boring. I am a perfectionist. I do not know how to properly express affection, or emotions at all for that matter. I do think and judge too much. BUT. I do have SOME imagination, and more often than not, I’m like “fuck the rules!”. even though I know I should follow them, I just don’t want to.
Still, this test only reinstated everything I hate about myself. I cannot even begin to explain how sick I of being to boring, shy, awkward, “quiet one”. I hate it so fucking much. I hate it almost as much as I hate being “cute”’. THAT will never not piss me off.