Earlier today I heard a segment on “Talk of the Nation” about six-word biographies. I began thinking about how I’d boil myself down into six words, which just set me off thinking about how uninteresting my life is. On top of that, I don’t really talk about my life with anyone; other than inconsequential stuff. I mean, many blogs are rife with personal information, traumas, and true feelings™, but mine? Not so much. This is partly because I don’t like to talk about myself, but also because I don’t want to talk about it with strangers. If you’ll pardon the term, gentle reader.
So what would my six words be? At the moment, all I can think of is “He kept his life to himself.”
Ever gone to selectsmart.com? It’s another one of those internet survey sites that purports to tell you who you are and what you believe. So far today, it’s told me that:
- I should vote for a theoretical ideal candidate — or failing that, Barack Obama
- I belong with the Unitarian Universalists
- I am, believe it or not, low-maintenance
- I am a confidant type of friend
- I’m an INFP (Introverted Feeling with Extraverted Intuition)
- My dream date is a picnic lunch at a lake with a bouquet of roses.
- My romance style is “Guarded romantically, expects their partner to meet certain standards. Their initial standoffish-ness belies a generally open and passionate nature.”
- I’m a Leo (well, I am, but it’s nice to have it confirmed by a computer that doesn’t know my birthdate)
- I’m most compatible, romantically, with Pisces.
- I have avoidant personality disorder.
- Despite what people may think, in the pantheon of geeks, I am “cool.”
So, see? There I am, laid out for the world to see through the miracle of IP-based data communications and the hypertext transfer protocol.
Now, stop asking who I am.
