Recently a Facebook Quiz titled “What Career were you meant for?” popped up, as Facebook quizzes often do. And while I am skeptical (read that as “I know this is bullshit”) of the scientific basis of these things, I did it anyway. Because at some point in my life I should probably figure out what I’m going to be when (if) I grow up.
It seemed very slightly less ridiculous than the quiz about “What spice are you?” which I also willingly took. No judgement, right? (BTW – I am Cinnamon.)
Somehow the quiz interpreted my responses as “I should be a writer.”
I am guessing the question about “How do you like to communicate your thoughts?” where I answered “In writing” was the clincher there.
I don’t think interpretive dance was an option. I would have been all over that and then this would have been a whole different conversation.
Anyway, it said “You should be a writer.” and I thought to myself, “Well, yeah, I have a blog and all.”
And then I clicked on over here and apparently I am not the kind of writer who writes things more than once a year or so. So that’s disappointing (to me, you are probably totally cool with it.)
So, just for the record. I know I am not a writer. At least not one who actually, you know, writes stuff.
I should work on that.
(Anticlimactic ending…or cliffhanger…hmmmmm…)
Kris, you could give Andy Borowitz a run for his $$. You are a naturally witty writer. Give it some thought!