A Personality Test to End All Personality Tests...

So if, like me, you do not care for the Myer-Briggs Personality Test, then this might be the alternative for you:

http://hokev.brinkster.net/quiz/default.asp?quiz=Better+Personality&page=1

According to my results, I am a a WEDF--Wacky Emotional Destructive Follower:

"This makes you a Menace to Society.

Well, whether you're actually a menace depends on how you choose to channel your energies. You chew your fingers and have an addictive personality. Properly guided, you can be enormously productive--otherwise you run amok, stir up trouble, and generally have a hell of a good time.

To your friends, you are a source of relentless entertainment. You often get into trouble, but you almost always find a way out. You are strangely popular and feed off others' energy. You live hard, seize the day, and although your more sober friends would like to see you settled down, you generally have fewer regrets and better memories than they do. Your tenet is that, at the end of the day, one regrets only what one didn't try. You are right.

You could benefit from outside help in balancing your highs and lows. Or perhaps cutting back on the caffeine.

Of the 105108 people who have taken this quiz since tracking began (8/17/2004), 4.9% are this type."

I leave it to those who know me best to determine whether the above is an accurate assessment or not. FYI, the breakdown of the four traits is:
1. S (Sober) or W (Wacky)
2. R (Rational) or E (Emotional)
3. C (Constructive) or D (Destructive)
4. F (Follower) or L (Leader)
(The possible permutation of personality types is listed on the web site.)

What I want to know is, why are Wacky types such a minority and why am I one of them? Though I have to admit Wacky probably fits me better than Sober...since I'm never sober if I can help it.

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Today exemplified everything I love and hate about southern California. Gorgeous first day of spring - mid to high 60's, sunshine, clear blue skies - and I was debating how best to spend it when I spotted someone walking around my neighborhood who looked a lot like my most recent ex. Highly unlikely that it was he (though he does have a friend in my apt. complex), but the sight was sufficiently jarring to send me scurrying as far away as possible. So, quelling my environmentalist and economic sensibilities (gas > $2.50/gallon around here), I took a drive up the coast to Malibu, where I stopped long enough to watch some intrepid kite surfers take advantage of the strong winds off Zuma Beach. Then, coming back, it took me FORTY-FIVE MINUTES of stop-and-go to get from Zuma to Topanga Canyon; those who know L.A. know how ridiculous that is. The reason for the traffic crawl? Because of construction (which wasn't even occurring at the time, it being Sunday), one lane had been blocked off for that stretch of the 1. Once past that bottleneck, the flow was unobstructed. Still, in all, I calculate that of the three hours I spent away from my home this afternoon, about two and a half were spent in my car. I don't know whether to be ashamed of the fact that this was entirely voluntary...and *not* entirely unanticipated.

All I can say is, living here, it's a good thing I like driving. What scares me is I'm actually starting to notice cars: I suppose it's inevitable, when you spend so much of your life staring at them during your commute...or your pleasure trips. Which reminds me: today, at various points of my drive, I saw a Ferrari, a Lamborghini, and a Porsche on the road. I kept expecting to see a Corvette after that - I've certainly seen them around here - but not today. In all other respects, however, it was truly a Made-in-L.A. Day.