The Umpteenth Journal Attempt (Version III)

After yesterday’s attempt at deciphering my lack of love life through Tickle.com, today I thought I’d have a go on another test of theirs. This time I tried the True Talent test, because I was curious as to whether or not I’m actually good at something else other than writing and translating. Not that I’m saying I’m actually good at writing and translating; I’m probably decent, as best.

Basically, this test was like one of those IQ tests like you did in school or when applying for whatever job you have now. In other words, it was a bunch of multiple-choice questions that are meant to test various aspects of your mental skills. There’s an awful lot of maths, which sucks for me because I’ve lost about 90 percent of my Maths skills. Calculators make you lazy and dumb.

Here are the results:

Your ability to visualize objects in three-dimensional space gives you a unique view of the world. Because of this talent, you are much better than most people at imagining new designs including floor plans, page layouts, and three dimensional objects.

And that’s just a small part of what we know about you from your test results. You also have other hidden talents that can have a dramatic effect on your career, your life and how other people see you.

To find out those "other hidden talents," I would have to shell out some dough to have a full report sent. So…nah. I’ll just be content with a look on my face that says, "Are you sure?" Because from the way they put it, I probably should’ve been an architect - but I can’t see how I could be an architect considering my deep disinterest for physics, maths and what-have-you. Plus the test questions that deal with spatial skills were a piece of piss, so obviously I had an easier time with those. Looks like I have a lot of head scratching to do.

Was feeling masochistic today and decided to seek out the wisdom of Tickle.com to crack that eternal mystery: "Why Are You Still Single?" After being interrogated by means of 20 questions both factual and hypothetical, here’s what they came up with:

"You, more than others, have a fairy tale fantasy of how things should be. Ever since you were a kid, you’ve probably dreamed of the perfect wedding, coming home to a white picket fence, dog, and 2.2 kids (how does that work, anyway?). When someone asks what you’re looking for, you don’t skip a beat: You’re likely to have a handy checklist that details your perfect partner. Hair and eye color, height, religion, education, career, interests, the list goes on.

While it’s great to have standards — Hey, you shouldn’t have to settle, after all — there’s one slight glitch in your master plan: No one has made the grade in real life — at least not yet. Next time you’re out with someone, keep yourself from mentally checking that list, and give love — and others — a chance. That special someone who you’ve written off may be perfect for you after all…"

Tell me something I don’t know. Shit, I could’ve told myself that without the 20-question grilling. Of course, you could also argue that I’m single because I’m the one who keeps flunking the checklists. I don’t believe that’s necessarily true, otherwise I probably would’ve hung myself years ago. However, it does suck to think that I haven’t been good enough for whoever I’ve felt would be good enough for me. So I’ll stop being masochistic and try not to think about it.