Unusual Personality Test: Perception of Life

One of the basic rules of this test is to write what you feel and what first comes to mind. It’s fine if you have the same answersto different questions. Do not read all at once! Read the questions one by one and do not rush. It will not be so interesting to see the next question if you are still writing the answerto the previous one. Well, if a pen and a piece of paper are in front of you, then let’s begin!

 **** The following are the questions, followed by my responses. The interpretation  of each is after the answer.****


1. You are peering into the sea, what do you feel? Focus only on your first impression. You can close your eyes to better feel it...

 I stand on warm, grainy sand that squeeze between my toes. When I look up, I see the waves lapping up against the shore. The sea is a cool blue. The light reflects onto it making it look like glass. I feel at unease with the sand at my feet, it's mildly irritating. But the water's too nice to worry about the sand. I want to run into the water and feel it rushing at me.

INTERPRETATION: Your attitude to life, emotions, sensations.

2. You are walking through the woods and look at the ground. Write down what you feel.

 I pass by small bushes and the forest floor is covered in leaves and sticks. The sun doesn't shine too bright because the trees form a barrier. Small rays of sunlight shine on certain areas; like spotlights. It's cool and the earth is damp. Goosebumps run down my spine. There's a fog in the distance that spreads slowly. I feel like I should be ready for something. Like I'm missing out on something very important. Not knowing is making me agitated. 

INTERPRETATION: The way you feel in your own family.

3. What do you feel when looking at flying seagulls? It's all right if in this case you make up a quick response.

I'm sort of disinterested really. But it makes me wonder if there's a waterbed of some sort nearby. I'm curious as to why they're here in the first place. As always, I want to fly. I'm excited at the idea of being able to fly.

INTERPRETATION: Your attitude towards women.

4. What about a herd of horses? Write the first thing that comes to mind, avoid thinking for too much time.

I feel like I'm free. The wind is whipping against me and my hair is flying about. I feel wild and absolutely free.

INTERPRETATION: Your attitude to men.

5.   You are in the desert, standing by the wall with a small hole, behind which you see the oasis. What are your actions? Don’t write just your thoughts and feelings, but focus on what you would do in this situation.

Is the hole an entrance to the other side of the wall. Is it on the floor or in the wall? If it's in the floor I'm too scared to crawl down it and  shiver at the thought of what lies in wait. If it's in the wall, I question whether the oasis is simply a mirage. Is it worth my effort to go through? The thought of water makes my mouth dry and I crawl through, unsure and desperate.

INTERPRETATION: Your basic life strategy and goal. The way you solve your problems.

6.  You are still in the desert, completely exhausted, and suddenly see a water jug. Once again, your actions are what matters in this question. Your answer may sound banal, but still write it down.

It might be a makeshift chamber pot and I don't want to die drinking that now. I tip the jug a little, but not to far, to spill a few drops into my palm to check if it's safe to drink. I lick my lips as my throat burns for water. I sip a little bit and gulp down a few more before I pick up on the taste, convincing myself it's all I have for now.

INTERPRETATION: How selective you are in sexual life. Choice of a partner.

7. You are lost in the woods in the evening and see a house with lights on. Write what you’re gonna do.

 I'm scared and I'm shivering. It's cold, too cold. I clench my hands together. This story isn't going to end well. I see the house and hope that there isn't a murder lying in wait for my entrance. I know it's better to canvas the house to get an idea about the occupant(s). I stay low and in the dark, trying to find my way around without attracting attention or being seen. I've seen too many movies like this, I don't want to die today. I decide I'll stay in the shadows and wait it out. I'll take lost in the woods over dying in a stranger's house any day. If some animal tries to kill me out here, then I'll run in. I lean back against a tree, keeping my eyes fixated on the house. 

INTERPRETATION: Your readiness for marriage.

8.  You’re in the fog. Once more, focus on actions and write down how you would behave. 

I'm afraid, tears well up in my eyes and I try to control my breathing; a failed attempt. Fear wells up inside me and I have a gut-feeling that something bad is going to happen. I'm reminded of driving down Pochantos Hill with the fog just above the tree tops. My ears pop and I'm frozen. I can't see anything. I look for some support. A tree stump, something to sit upon, anything. I frantically splay my arms around hoping to touch something solid. But still in fear of it being someone else, someone who might not be safe. 

INTERPRETATION: Your attitude to death.

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I don't know precisely why but some of this made me kind of sad. Some of it is so true...

Here's the link if someone else wants to try: (sorry, too tired to hyperlink)
 http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/18Y3hm/H6M2!bhI:jlWfZPAe/themindunleashed.org/2014/03/unusual-personality-test-will-reveal-much-perception-life.html

Musique

Does your heart flutter when you hear it? Do goosebumps run across your back, onto your neck and leave you shivering? Do fireworks explode inside your head as pure ambrosia trickles into your ears?
Turn the bass up, make my heart go boom. I like the music loud. I like feeling my heartbeat jump out of my chest and sync with the rhythm. You don't know why you're smiling but it feels amazing.
I always wonder how plain it must seem to someone who doesn't understand. Someone who doesn't have the pleasure of listening to these beautiful melodies.

Fading

She says I can't.
I say there's no stopping me now, thanks for the inspiration.
I glance up with a frown of concentration


I thought I was a tiny part in each of your lives. A fading background character that tries so terribly hard to hang on to the words on a page to make a difference in the story of someone else's book. I tried to pull myself up onto that ledge, to find a place on the center stage but the light shone too bright.
 I swung and tried to pull myself up to where everything begins; the rubble. I've never had the upper body strength or willingness to think that I could ever  really pull myself onto that ledge without help. It was a little too late to realize that there was solid ground just inches below. And before I knew it, I was falling. That's when the world went tumbling about, turning this way and that. Then it all caved in.
I woke up in emptiness; on pages so white that they could blind you. But for me it was pleasant to look at. Everything was empty and time seemed to hold its breath; waiting for  something to happen at almost any moment. But what?
Within my closed fist was an object. It pulled and tugged at my fingers trying to do whatever flying pens do of  course. It skid across the pages writing tales of lies and deception, mistakes and fakes, bravery and cowardice. It made no sense to me but I knew it was mine. For once, I had my place at center stage with the lights shining on me. This is my life, my world. My book.

C++

I'm like an object-oriented program.
Did you know that C++ is just C with classes. So you're C and I'm C++. I have class.

My life isn't an etch-a-sketch to practice your meager drawing skills upon. I've got this thing called privacy and the only way you're getting access to my life is if you actually play any part in it; and a good one at that. I've no use for redundant code and garbage values, so don't try to sneak up on me with your folly. I can delete and replace you with a click of a button. Do you know what happens to errors? They're corrected and removed as soon as possible. The best part is I have my own compiler, these brilliant people that let me know when a mistake comes creeping into my program. 



Okay, I'm done. I can't do this. I have an exam tomorrow and I'm freaking out. If I continue this, I might  write about C++ like it's an actual person. Can't do with that now, can I?

Oh. I've got something to share. 
When I'm intensely studying mathematics, I kind of stress myself out about the problems I get wrong. So once or twice till now, I've solved problems in my sleep. I kid you not.

I solved a problem in fourier transforms in my sleep the other day. 

Coolest or weirdest thing ever? Please let me know.  Does this happen to anyone else? 

Dust

I want to sit still as nature surrounds me, envelops me and takes me with her. I'd like to fall back and lay there in the grass with dew drops tickling my nose. The roots stretch out to me and clasp me to the earth. If I lay here, will you remember to visit me again? As I fade into the ground and seep into the earth. Remember me as you walk through this path and try to understand how breathless I was looking at this beauty. Remember that I am now a part of it. I can feel myself turning into dust. Nothing hurts and everything lay still. I'll remember the day I left the one I love behind, so keep me forever in your thoughts and always believe.

Brought to you by: "Into Dust" by Mazzy Star

A writing exercise for writeworld.tumblr.com

Rise Against

Shut up. Who cares what you have to think? I don't want to be here and I don't need to. Leave me alone and let me be. No one's going to recognize this face after today. Don't act like I matter to you when I'm just an excuse for leaving it all behind. I don't want to be left behind anymore. It's my turn. It's my turn to leave you behind. I'm finally ready to grow up. I'm not a child and there's nothing worth left staying for. Broken things can be brought back together but they'll always be rough around the edges. Like I am. I'm past my breaking point and here's the point of no return. Goodbye


Brought to you by: "I Don't Want to Be Here Anymore" by Rise Against
A writing exercise for writeworld.tumblr.com

Buried Deep

I didn't know where I was going and I honestly didn't care. None of it matters. Nothing ever does. I want to keep walking until something actually does matter. A reason, a purpose. I have nothing. I'm a parasite living off of the people around me. I crave for their support and depend on them for everything. Maybe if I'm all alone I'll learn to fend for myself. How could anyone be like me? Is it evenly humanly possible to be so useless?
Imagine the world is at your hands and you sit back staring at it like it's not even there. As if someone is going to do all the work for you and put the result in your hands. That isn't going to happen and I know it too. That's the worst part. Knowing and still not doing anything.
I'm an ignorant person and I don't  use opportunities. Pretty soon they'll run out and I'll just be lying face down in the snow. Buried in my failures and what-ifs.

I am sick and tired of myself. No one's going to tell me right from wrong pretty soon.

I know I can dig myself out of this trench but I keep thinking I don't know how to use this shovel lying next to me.