This morning I discovered I have a mind almost exactly between male and female. My friend Scott sent a link to a test that distinguishes if you think more like a man or a woman. I fall at the lower part of the woman side, dangerously close to thinking like a man. My high empathy score is what kept me within my sex.
Essentially, I think like a man for everything except I am extremely observant and I am empathetic to other people's feelings. This is terrible news, as this just means I know when I'm getting fucked over by people, yet can understand why they're doing it to me. Strangely, I was well over the average for both sexes in a number of categories, the higher scores meaning I was more correct.
The thing that I was most surprised by was that I got a near-perfect mark for the eye test. On the screen they show eyes of people with four words to choose from to describe what the person is feeling. That I did so well just makes me think that when I make judgements about what people are feeling, despite their denials, I am actually almost always correct if I look at their eyes.
Granted, they didn't test intuition or ESP, so, really, the results are a bit inaccurate.
You'd think that thinking like a man would help me to understand them. Yet...
Last night my friend said he's bringing a present back for me from his trip. I can't even imagine what it could be. Unless he was teasing (and I told him not to tease about presents), he said it was around the size of a drum (I assume he meant a snare). Maybe it's a bike helmet...
I need to get out on my bike and whittle down my calves so my new rain boots will fit over them. As it is, I'm just getting them halfway up and they're all bunchy at the ankle. Guh. They are outstandingly cute, though.
OK, I want to have a wee nap before I have to head to work. It's a late shift today; I'm trying to get as much cash as I can before I drop back down to peasant hours.
Currently reading :
The Garneau Block
By Todd Babiak
Release date: 15 August, 2006
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