To quiz or not to quiz? Zimbio & Buzzfeed VS the Real Me
I never used to take online quizzes.
I thought they were silly and useless, as I was fairly confident I knew who I was, flaws, warts, emotional baggage and all.
And then I started taking online quizzes.
At first I thought, “How uncanny, that does sound like me! How cool is that?!?” There was some strange sense validation for being somehow aligned with a character I regarded highly, for various reasons relating to entertainment and relatability. I was somehow proud of this comparison.
Now, I’ve only taken a handful of these quizzes, and after a recent one, I started to look back on the quiz results of the past few months, and began to see a pattern. A pattern of awesomeness.
Each time the results came through, I was so jazzed and proud, amazed at how the interwebs’ mysterious algorithms could see the real me come through random clicks and swipes. But then it dawns on me, is this the real me?
Am I a such pompous windbag? Do I really see myself as better than everyone else around me? What does it say about me that I’m so proud to be neatly characterized by intellectual snobbery and obnoxious indifference? Well, the Muppets quiz result wasn’t too horrible, but why does Scooter feel so undervalued at work? Why do most people not even know, care, or like who he is? Wait, am I Scooter?
Maybe I’m not who I think these quizzes say I am. Maybe I’m a better person than the person who’s proud of what these quizzes say about me. Maybe it doesn’t matter.
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So, I took one more quiz since starting this blog post.
Maybe I should stop taking these quizzes altogether.