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…)