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Gohn
You scored 48 George, 18 Paul, 29 John, and 3 Ringo!
You are half-John, half-George, all deep and shit. You can be scary-secluded and artsy. We are tempted to call you the Unabomber, because you have his personality: Very focused on what you believe in, yet too aloof to have Anyone else Ever balance you out. So you go wacko, and write long, articulate, crazy manifestos. Or maybe you're just the guy in black at the art gallery that kinda makes us all feel funny, like when we used to climb the rope in gym class...You know, the part when the gym teacher starting babbling to himself about wanting to Kill, Kill, Kill the (ohmmmm) corporate pigdogs!!! You have John's obsessive focus and George's obsessive absorptiveness. You are either intensely focused on the nothingness that is everywhere around you, or you are an ADD mental wanderlust-king, jumping from intense idea to intense idea, all shadowy-yet-driven. We admire you, but we don't like you. You scare us. We kinda think that, one day, you might kill us. You are interesting to talk to, when we have the balls to approach you, but...You fall intensely in-love with strange women or men who end up breaking your heart. Jealousy. Lunacy. Get away from me...It's always the quiet ones...But the Quiet, Passionate, stubborn ones with severely shattered hearts are the most frightening. And that's what you are. You might succeed beyond your wildest dreams in an artistic endeavor...but, socially, you will always be an intimidating foreigner. Alien. Commie-Hindu-muthafuckin'-wacko. We love you. Please don't look at me. You also, for some reason, look like Pete Best...And you can also be described as a combination of the following two descriptions: ******************************************************** That's right, you're the intellectual, the socialist, the 'literary' one amongst your friends. You become obsessive over certain things. You have an intense focus. People look up to you, but they also scorn you: You have a tendancy to be pretentious and to think that you are Always in the right. And, oh, yeah, that girlfriend or boyfriend you have? That's just another sign of your stubborness. You think he/she is always right, and you'll defend him/her 'till the end of the earth. Which is noble, in a way, but, really, that person's kinda wacky. Deep down, beneath your high-brow socialistic love-is-great-peace-is-easy-and-I-know-the-secrets-of-the-universe exterior, you are really a lost little boy or girl who was rejected at an early age. And when you let someone inside of that wall, you trust them completely, and are willing to change yourself in order to fit that mold. And that's why the friend-group doesn't get together as much anymore. I don't believe you when you say you lost my cell-phone number. It's 555-5555 for God's sake. Commie Bastard. ********************************************************* You are a saint. Life is a river. You are aloof, always in the corner, always thinking. You exude confidence And insecurity at the very same time. People are drawn to you...but not too close. They like to get within 3-6 yards at parties, just to observe you. But something about the way you're leaning against that wall, or looking up at the ceiling, makes you difficult to approach. Your dreaminess makes you the calm, steady one. The waves are high and turbulent, but your ship is strong. It does not, however, have much of a direction. Lost in the blurred euphoria of your spiritual oblivion, you lack the focus to really accomplish something important. You're here, there, and everywhere, but, at the same time, nowhere. You are the Nowhere Man: Unobtrusive, mysterious, attractive in your own way. But, ultimately, you'll never be our best friend unless We put forth the effort, or unless something very serendipitous happens to bring us together. You know you are good...real good... but you are surrounded by greatness. This, in your heart of hearts, bothers you. So you construct a reality in which 'material' or 'petty' things like that don't matter. You don't like to put your finger on things, to define them succinctly...because to think like this, you'd have to face the fact that you're just not as good as your friends at certain things. So you say vague things like 'Something in the way' instead of pointed, specific things like 'why don't we do it in the road' or 'she came in through the bathroom window' or 'Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice where the wedding has been' etc.etc.etc.etc. ad infinitum. You look like Jesus, act like Buddha, sing like a melodic Dylan, and smell like ostridges. And Eric Clapton stole your woman. Haha...He was a better guitar player, neeener neener neeeeener. (But, you're right, he is more of a douchebag, just playing lame smokey-blues riffs and singin' like a wet fruitcake...but that's what the women like, ya here?) Ohhowyummymakemehum
My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 96% on variable 1
You scored higher than 12% on variable 2
You scored higher than 40% on variable 3
You scored higher than 4% on variable 4
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