Personality Test

Braggart You are 71% Rational, 85% Extroverted, 28% Brutal, and 71% Arrogant.

You are the Braggart! Like Muhammad Ali, you would surely tell everyone that you are "The Greatest" whilst bragging incessantly about your intelligence, your skills, and your abilities. You tend to be a thinker rather than a feeler, and combined with your extroversion and arrogance, this makes you someone who probably just LOVES to brag about his accomplishments. Despite this, however, you are a very gentle, tender person and truly care about others' feelings. You just happen to care more about yourself. Unlike Ali, of course, you are rather rational as opposed to emotional, and you are also much more gentle. But his arrogance and extroversion best reflect the most visible aspects of your personality. Your personality defect is the fact that you are extremely overconfident, extroverted, and perhaps rather lacking in emotions. YOU ARE THE GREATEST! Or so you keep telling yourself every night, in hopes that eventually everyone else on the planet will agree. Well, sorry, we probably won't. To put it less negatively: 1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive. 2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted. 3. You are more GENTLE than brutal. 4. You are more ARROGANT than humble. Compatibility: Your exact opposite is the Bitch-Slap. Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Hand-Raiser, the Haughty Intellectual, and the Capitalist Pig. * * If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits. The other personality types: The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 62% on Rationality You scored higher than 85% on Extroversion You scored higher than 26% on Brutality You scored higher than 81% on Arrogance

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Poems

Poems from the top of my head. I'm updating just to prove I'm still alive.

A smirk from the approaching seems to last forever to the disher. Laminated in her mental guardian angel, whose life force thrives on her energy alone, she wishes to have her emotions survive the day unscathed.
Her shield also assumes the roll of a projector, hence the smirk. Day by day she does this, and this force, thriving on her energy, scars the very thing whose well being is it is trying to preserve.
You are walking past a girl. She gives you a fake smile because she doesn’t want confrontation. She hates smiling at people when she’s not dishing out a smile for the traditional reasons.
Her fake smiles drain her energy and make her sad. They cause confrontation within her self. She realizes all the fake times she’s happy.


Up, down, up, down they go. The keys all bouncing in to place at the exact instant they are supposed to. The head, the hand, the board, the processor, screen, eyes, head. Spinning in circles but sending the message for specific characters before the brain even perceives the ones being typed. Perhaps dilated our intake valve, and hushed our muffler, we’d be wise, and make less mistakes.
This is why we mess up and keep typing before going back to correct ourselves when we type.

Smithy always clung by the sides of the moving objects. The objects grew callus to Smith’s existence. Smith was fond of the idea. It was second best, but better than nothing. He grew callus to their callus and when they died, he detached without thought and hovered by new objects, hoping to turn them into people. He only grew callus again.
We all know Smithy. He’s a tag along. We eventually forget to notice him, and he wishes to be our friend. We don’t even realize it. Then he forgets about being your friend but still wishes to hang around. You are just a pack. Then you die, and he doesn’t care, because you weren’t people. It didn’t matter who you were, or what you were like as long as you accepted him. He has no problem going to another group.