Wednesday, November 26, 2014

How to Lose November

The month is flying by. This was going to be the month AFTER the month that disappeared. However, this one is set to join October on the "months in 2014 that went by in a blur" list.

On the up side, I've been churning through my to-do list and meeting deadlines.

But sometimes, my brain is mush, and sometimes, I click through to Facebook, and sometimes, I take those quizzes. You know the ones: "what kind of old person will you be?" or "what animal is your spirit animal?"

So far I have learned
* In Narnia, I am most like Mr. Tumnus. (Time to investigate more aggressive hair removal.)
* The word that best describes me is "cultured." (Like yogurt? So, more "curdled"?)
* The first impression I create is "innovative."(This devotee of habit, this creature of routine?)
* My spirit animal is the whale. (A good friend told me this when I was 27.)
* The type of angel wings I have (Who knew there were different kinds???) is the phoenix. (Necessary, in a writer, all that rebirth after rejection.)
* I will be a "wise" old person. (Someday, I "will be" old. Ha.)

In one of my grad school classes, we learned about the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. I think it was composition theory. For a research project I administered (probably unethically; sorry!) a test to my parents, asked them questions about their writing processes, and analyzed the results.

My favorite part was when my father, a historian, said his MBTI result was about as accurate as a horoscope. My mother and I shared the "Let's let him believe that if he wants" look, because no horoscope has ever pegged my father's considerable strengths and peculiarities as well as the MBTI.

I remain a bit of a sucker for personality quizzes, though I long ago learned to view results as points of useful information. So sue me. And, of course, Facebook being Facebook, once you start taking a few of them, you see more.

In any case, it's been entertaining and mostly harmless. And if you'll excuse me, I'm going to spread my phoenix wings and fly off to meet my next deadline.