An Interesting Personality Quiz

[Lydia]

(I posted this quiz on gaychristian.net a few months ago. I had meant to post it here as well, but forgot all about it to be honest. :) A word to the wise - your results may be more interesting if you provide more details in your answers.)

You're walking through the woods. Picture it. Describe it to me, in as much detail as you can "see".

You find a bow and arrow on the ground. Describe it. is it manmade or homemade? What would you do with it?

You come across a bear. He's eating from a bush, and doesn't see you yet. What do you do?

You're walking through the woods still, and you find a cup. Describe it. What, if anything, would you do with it?

You also find a key. Describe it and tell me what you would do with it.

You come across a lake. Describe it.

You then come across a house in a clearing. Describe it.

You keep walking through the woods, until you come to a wall. Describe it, how high it is, and tell me if you can see over it. If you can, what is it that you see?

[Lydia]

Highlight the section below to find out what each item represents in this quiz:

The "woods" you described is how you view life.

The "bow and arrow" represents your romantic relationship(s).

The "bear" represents problems and how you deal with them.

The "cup" is how you view friendship.

The "key" is knowledge.

The "house" is you, how you see yourself.

The "lake" is sex.

The "wall" is Heaven/the afterlife.

[Dash]

:(

Hmmmph! I had a very hard time visualizing a bow and arrow...and I have a bow in my apartment.

And my lake was little more of a shallow pool in the meadow....

Either I suck at these tests, or...

Sigh...

[andrewlittle]

You're walking through the woods. Picture it. Describe it to me, in as much detail as you can "see".
There's a vast canopy above my head, boughs and branches with massive green clouds of leaves. Oaks, walnuts, hemlock, and many other trees providing dense shade, but also leaving small holes in the canopy through which sunlight filters. The tree trunks are enormous and straight and proud, reaching up towards the sky - seeming like they should be competing for light but, in reality, existing comfortably side by side, as if they negotiated and positioned themselves to leave each and every one just the right amount of room. There are small patches of wildflowers on the rich, damp ground clustered where they can take in the most light, and shrubs and vines growing here and there on the forest floor. The whole effect is wild, but harmonious.
You find a bow and arrow on the ground. Describe it. is it manmade or homemade? What would you do with it?
It's a crude bow, appearing to be fashioned from a long piece of green, straight grained wood - not a branch but a wood shaft, hand hewn, with a profile that is rectangular and tapering towards the end. The string is broken - no cut, it's cut. It's as it was done purposefully make the bow useless. The pile of arrows, not much more than pointed sticks, lies at the base of a tree. Each and every one of the arrows is broken, seemingly placed very carefully in the pile. It's as if they are placed ceremoniously and reverently. It's a grave - perhaps a resting place for the last of the violence in the forest. I leave them where they are, say a prayer and walk away.
You come across a bear. He's eating from a bush, and doesn't see you yet. What do you do?
I stop dead still and watch. I drop to my haunches and take in the sight of this bohemoth gorging itself voraciously on the succulent berries. I can almost see it smiling. It turns and sees me, huffing a few times. I sit and watch, somehow knowing that this beautiful beast is far too happy with its sweets to care much about me. It resumes eating, turning occasionally as if to make sure I'm still where I should be. After who knows how long, it ambles off in the other direction to which I was walking.
You're walking through the woods still, and you find a cup. Describe it. What, if anything, would you do with it?
It's exquisite, really. A small English china teacup, appearing to be hand-painted with pale pink roses. It's in perfect condition - clean as a pin. It must belong to someone, so I leave it where I found it. I put my little flask of Irish whiskey next to it. Perhaps the owner will need a little refresher when they return.
You also find a key. Describe it and tell me what you would do with it.
It's a very old key, tarnished into a greenish-brown patina. At about 4 inches long, it looks like it would fit a very large, thick door. I wipe the bits of mud off of it and I can tell it has been lying here a long time. I have no need for a key - I've got nothing to lock up, even if I knew where the door was in the first place. It's color fits the forest colors perfectly. This is where it belongs.
You come across a lake. Describe it.
The canopy thins and I can see it opening to let in the bright sunlight. I walk up a small rise to view a clear, deep, bluish lake. There are rocks in places along the lake shore, looking like they're tumbling out into the water, but not moving at all. The water is inviting, but obviously cold. I cup my hands and take a drink. Beats Irish whiskey anyday.
You then come across a house in a clearing. Describe it.
The clearing is small and close to the lake, and the house is almost not a house at all. Rather, it's a roof perched on branches used for poles. The sides are some kind of cloth - old and starting to tatter, but still a red the color of maple leaves. What looked like a roof now is clearly branches from a tree - still attached and full of leaf, but woven into a tight crosswork like a basket. Tiny branches grow upward from the basket roof and small leaves top each one. The house is alive and growing.
You keep walking through the woods, until you come to a wall. Describe it, how high it is, and tell me if you can see over it. If you can, what is it that you see?
The wall is stone piled haphazardly and irregularly. Looking down it lengthwise reveals a an erratic profile, curving in and out. The wall looks accidental - not like a wall, but more like a continuous outcrop of small rounded boulders. I manage to climb up a little and peek over the top. There's nothing there - just open empty space as far as I can see. I climb a little further so I can look down the wall on the other side. Nothing but a shimmering emptiness stretching down, down, down. No boulders, no wall, just a soft comfortable glow. I look back over my shoulder. It's gone. There's nothing but a black stretch of tar, bubbling as it boils and oozes.

Go for it. Jump over the wall. I disappear into the glow and float as if I was nothing.

[andrewlittle]

I just went back and finally figured out your explanations in the second post. I am a little slow on the uptake and spent about five minutes trying to figure out why there was so much blank space.

Most of it is interesting, but some of it is - well - it wierded me out, a little.

The romantic interest=bow and arrow thing is one. What the heck does that mean? The death of violence? Oooh, I'm kinda scared of myself at this point.

And the key=knowledge part is not at all attractive. Knowledge is something better off left alone? Am I reading it right?

And the lake=sex. How disappointing. Had I known, I would have jumped right in. Makes me seem kinda timid, doesn't it (he says with a sly sheepish grin).

Okay, I could use a professional translation, here. Or a straight jacket. You choose.

Maybe I was too obtuse to follow the directions. It may surprise you, but that's been known to happen - a lot. Okay! Most of the time. But I can't help it.

[andrewlittle]

... may I lie down on the couch?

Well, Dr Dave (if in fact...), that couldn't possible have anything to do with 3 divorces, or a long string of unconscionable philanderings. Could it?

Personally, I'd rather concentrate on the "long straight shaft of wood" that made up the bow.

Okay, I admit it. What I really saw was a little plastic toy bow. But let me have my delusions, okay?

[Zerbie]

The problem with these kinds of tests, taking Andrew's responses as an example. . . they depend upon the test writer's assumption that all the symbols - the key, the lake, the arrows, will all have the same meaning to a test taker that they did to the writer. Obviously Andrew interpreted the bow and arrow as weapons of war and violence. And the key as the means to lock something up for safe storage, for which he feels no need. And took the lake at face value.

I have tried taking tests like these before and wound up getting answers that are ridiculously awry - one test concluded that I think the strongest person I know is "frail and fragile" and that I was having a red-hot sexual liason with a gay male friend. If I believed this particular test I would have to believe that I coast by problems (the bear) with hardly a glance over my shoulder, which I only WISH were true.