brilliant, gawayn, brilliant

[thehefner]

The sad/funny thing is, I relate better to most of the others results of the quiz. Even the drunk one. Hey, drunken on my own self-pity and misery is still drunk, right? I actually do have friends and hanging out with them has maintained my sanity thus far. Seriously, though, man, this was the only quizilla quiz worth taking this whole year. Between this and your pic for Tazira, I for one am quite amused at the way you waste all that extra free time you have.


You are a Lonely post.

You're all by yourself in the world, listening to
nothing but your own ragged breathing for hours
on end. You would call up a friend, but you
don't have any, so you draw mouths on your
hands and talk to yourself in fake British
accents. You call 411 with fake city names,
hoping to keep the operator online and talking
to you for as long as possible. Maybe the
pizza delivery guy wants to play XBox for a
while -- it's possible..


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Comments

[jayel4192.livejournal.com]

I got the same result. I suspect that "internalized" and "lonely" come off about the same. Which is probably true than we realize.

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

Since when am I internalized?! Then again, these days, maybe. Nice icon, by the way. Moody.

[jayel4192.livejournal.com]

not going for an insult here. But you (and me too, obviously) tend to think about topics/issues/whatever a bit too much. For every one thing that is done, there's 5 or 6 imagined possibilities and scenarios. When something goes wrong, more time is spent thinking than doing. Examples would include Hamlet, Richard III (though not to the same degree), and Bill Murray in "Lost in Translation".

Contrary examples: pretty much the whole cast of Sin City. Except maybe Marv and Hartigan.

(icon, btw, is Dwight's gas gauge on the way to the pits.)

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

Not insulted at all, you're quite right on the overthinking front. I (and apparently you too) tend to be a bit on the superego side of things. No wonder I love Hamlet so much.

And duh, Dwight's gas gauge, totally. I see it now. Sweet.