Angry Circles

Here I'm going to post a link to a very unusual test. It's called the Pierley/Redford Dissociative Affect Diagnostic. I actually found it quite interesting. The questions did get a little strange, but go with it. For me, personally, I found the "diagnosis" actually somewhat accurate.

Have a go here before you read on.

If you wanted to know my 'diagnosis':

Thoughtful to the extreme, you are often obsessed with perfection and the rules governing your own personal interests. Your world is black and white. You love to work within a logical system, such as language, computer programming, or mathematics. Manipulating a system that can be completely understood is a distinct pleasure to you, because of your confidence in the underlying veracity of your belief system. Because of your appreciation for logic and order, those who speak or think in a sloppy manner are apt to generate more than their share of wrath. Although very amiable, you are not drawn to friendships out of a sense of personal need. You are just as happy by yourself with a good book or puzzle. Because you are so involved with thought, you will on occasion have difficulty dealing with the day-to-day problems of a normal life. Taking out the trash, doing the dishes, these are often left until the last possible moment, if at all.


Just a quick note

The personality descriptions are RANDOMLY GENERATED. This test goes to highlight how sometimes we try pretty hard to mold personality descriptions to fit us. This is why even some legit psychology tests are considered unreliable. 

The Sober Truth: Part 5

Wow, it's been a long time since you've encountered this little story. Catch up on Part 4 here.

The smell of their recent copulation lingered in the air around the both of them. It had been a while since Caroline had felt so good about herself. Basking in a sexy haze, she didn't notice that Paul was clumsily throwing his clothes back on, a hungover, frantic blur beside her. Why the rush? In the back of Paul's mind he felt the need to get away. They were older now. It was... different. He couldn't explain why. It just was.

Caroline was still busking in the warmth of post-orgasm. She really did feel good about herself. Really good. Better than she had in quite some time. The voice in her head whispering "You just needed to get laid". She smiled to herself, maybe she did. And so what? She was a single woman. And Sam hadn't exactly responded to her desperate texts in the way she had hoped. Thinking of her phone, she reached to grab it, laying forlornly by the side of the bed. Now she felt guilty. What if Sam did want her back? She would have ruined it by one lusty night with Paul. Sure, it has been fun. But that was it. Sam at least had some sort of career aspiration. Paul hadn't changed in the three years she'd been there last. Other than his choice in beverage, and if she really thought back to it, he had got a little better at that since she'd spent time with him. She blushed. Yeah, definitely.

The feeling of guilt didn't subside, however. Reaching over to grab her phone, which lay forlornly by the side of the bed, she gazed to see if Sam had responded in anyway. Caroline didn't know what she wanted more, a cruel reply, or just to be ignored. No new messages. She guessed that was probably for the best. What was she doing with her life. And just where was Paul?

The door closed (she hadn't realised it had been opened since...). Paul was fully dressed. Caroline, even after what had happened, suddenly felt overwhelmed with embarrassment and sought to cover her naked upper half with the duvet. Paul stood scratching his head. "I would offer you breakfast but we don't exactly have much in..." he muttered. Caroline's brain switched on for the first time that morning. "I guess that's my cue to leave, then? Caroline's eyebrow raised. Of course, he didn't want her about. Nobody did. "Is Sarah still about?" Paul looked at her "Look, it's not that I don't want you here, I do, but..." He looked ashamed. "And yeah, I guess, I heard giggling earlier, I assume those two are in Rob's room. Not that I'd want to find out for myself, but you're welcome too". He attempted a laugh. "Just the last time I walked in Rob's room unannounced it involved a spoon, some butter, and by the looks of it, a Dutch workout DVD".

Advice I'd Give To A Younger Me.

Drink more water. Or fruit juice. Seriously, you drank way too much fizzy drinks when you were younger. Not good. You could probably do with more milk too. One day you'll realise that calcium is very important to you and your bones.

Learn another language. Not that you can't still. But your brain is screaming out with it's potential to learn right now. You're young and you should most definitely exploit your ability to pick up another language. Or failing that, an instrument. You probably won't realise how jealous you will be of others later on. And no, playing the glockenspiel for those few months of being in the school band doesn't count. (Although I'm proud when you said you were practicing when you were actually playing hide and seek with your friends. Good work).

Remember that not everyone is looking at you, or cares what you're doing. It's the spotlight effect. Do what you want, most of the time, as long as you're not hurting anyone.

Don't cry over that boy you thought you were in love with. Because you're not. You two were just not meant to be. Wait a while, you'll meet the perfect person. Trust me.

Do cry over that boy you thought you were in love with. Because the experience allowed you to realise what love actually meant. And yes, you actually managed to find it, it just took a little while.

Appreciate the time you have with your grandparents. Not that you don't already, but sometimes when you're sitting there on a Sunday a bit bored of being asked the same old things, just remember that one day they won't be there anymore. Trust me, you will never regret the time spent with them. Appreciate your time at school too. You love it. But there will come a time when there's going to be a bit more pressure on you then just deciding what options you want to take and what grades you'll get at GCSE. You really aren't going to fail anything, so just enjoy it. The same goes for college. Never again will you get to spend time with such a great bunch of people. You are lucky. Try and believe it sometime.

Try not to get too scared about the future because right now it's not looking too bad. You did good. Relax.