It’s Monday, so you know there’s gotta be something bugging me…
Okay folks, this here is what we call an intervention. More specifically, this is a social media intervention. By now, we’ve all been thrilled or annoyed, depending on your level of comfort in your identity that is, with the constant flow of personality questionnaires that tell you what Disney princess you are, or what Disney villain are you, or what Star Wars character you are, or what Marvel character you are, or what Harry Potter character you are, or what Hunger Games character you are, or who is your fictional soul mate, or which whatever you are…I reached my breaking point tonight as I saw one come across my feed that just left me befuddled.
“What disciple are you?”
Congratulations! You’re Judas!
Would that be enough to send someone over the edge?
That just seems wrong and pathetic on so many levels that it just started to make my head hurt. I mean, it shouldn’t bother me, and I’m not sure why it did, but I couldn’t seem to shake it out of my head. And it wasn’t just that specific one; that just happened to be the cliched piece of straw that brought that poor ‘ol camel, in this case me, to its knees.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m all about having fun, and I’ve had more than my fair share of fun in my day, so I’m not trying to say that people shouldn’t have a good time interacting with their preferred social media outlet in whatever way makes them feel good. But, the sad truth is, no one gives a hoot in hell what Disney princess you’re most like. You know what Disney princess you’re most like? The one that was subservient to the male hero and needed the male hero to save her because she couldn’t do it herself, ultimately serving to reinforce gender roles that portray the female as helpless and in need of being saved by the man? Isn’t that awesome! Does it matter if you’re Sleeping Beauty or Ariel? Seriously, the girl gave up her mermaidness for the guy. What color is your personality? Red? Blue? Yellow? No one cares besides you. I’ll tell you what else…no one cares if you’re Boba Fett either.
I can’t help but wonder how disappointed you must be in who you are, or maybe just confused and lacking some sort of concrete identity or self-awareness and searching for some simple personality archetype with which to use as a guide. Do you really not know what you’re like or is there some deep rooted desire to be like someone else, to have confirmation that you are more like someone else than yourself? I don’t really know. I’ve never had the urge to spend two minutes finding out if I was more like Iron Man or Captain America; I’ve spent my whole life learning, accepting, and embracing who I am.
I used to think that there was nothing worse than Candy Crush invites piling up, but I can block those. I can’t stop my friends from flooding my feed with their identity crises and continual self-affirmation. Now, before I alienate a few of my friends, at least more than I normally do, I should remind everyone that I’m just poking fun, tongue firmly in cheek. However, the truth is, as far as I’m concerned, there is only one personality test anyone needs to take, and certainly the only one I care about, and it’s pretty easy.
Are you a compassionate person or not? And to be honest, everyone probably already knows the answer to that, except in some cases, maybe you.