Monday, 15 October 2012

My Destiny


I've always been worried when taking little personality or intelligence quizzes in case I'm too 'conscious' with my answers. I've noticed this wee pattern that I seem to pick a 'median' answer for a lot of the questions. They're fun to take to see what they make of you but I reckon I always think too much about what they're asking me as I take them: 'Uhh, five/one seems too high/low', 'What if they work out X when I say I like Y? Oh God, oh God'. I really ought to learn to just go with the flow, eh?
 I took a little intelligence test not too long ago to get an idea of where my strengths lay. I wasn't overly sure what the results would be like because, without sounding like a total swat or whatever, all of my hobbies link into my chosen career path or 'dream job'; generally just being a creative person, I guess, so consequently, I am loving every class I have (so far). So having laid out those cards, I was surprised that writing showed up as a weakness.

 I've always loved coming up with original or innovative ideas so creative writing was always fun for me. I took a short course in Writing Fiction (it was just prose but still!) at the Open University and I really enjoyed a piece of coursework as a part of my English Literature AS, involving writing a short script based on A Street Car Named Desire and The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams, who happened to greet Mr Reaper by choking on a bottle cap, as you do. I've also taken part in National Novel Writing Month (once) and Script Frenzy April (once). I didn't complete the goal set but I took part nonetheless. Not to mention how much my li'l buddies want to knock my front teeth out with the amount of puns I come off with (they are glorious, let me tell you now!). Mind you, I have this nasty habit of starting a piece of writing, be it prose, a screenplay, a teleplay, webisode, whatever, and then stopping. I'll say, 'Eh, I'll do it later' so I end up with two episodes of something written that need redrafted for the upteenth time, or something half finished. I really ought to break out of that. I'm also really, really waffly as you'll probably soon find out. Constant reminders from teachers all throughout High School (well, Grammar School. Some people get pissy about that for some reason).




 Anyroad, I'll wallow over that some other time. What I did score generously enough in that achieved my top three rankings were, from bottom up: Musical, Social, and... Spatial. The only one I'd say I'm a little surprised at is music, until I read what it said about how I could put this form of intelligence to good use.


 One of which was, 'Read a story with great emotion - sad, then happy, then angry. Talk about changes [...] tone?' and... uh, this is embarrassing but I, eh, this reminded me of what I do when I'm bored while reading a book. To amuse myself and to maybe pick up my reading pace a little bit, I will read aloud to myself. Not monotonously, no, no; that annoyed the hell out of me when I was still in school, but each character would have a different voice; raspy, accents, twangs, pitch, rough, sass, the occasional tic, etc. It gave life to the characters at hand and just made my reading experience that little bit more enjoyable. Either that or I just need some serious mental help. In fact, this slipped out in school on me once. We were reading Harper Lee's  To Kill A Mocking Bird - I'm sure you're aware of the primary accent in this setting - and, I can't remember whose lines I was reading, but I started off reading it 'normally' until my sub-conscious must have decided that I was being far too boring. Needless to say, I didn't even clock onto this myself until a couple of girls erupted with laughter. Well, excuse me, princess, for making that reading session a little bit more interesting, even if it was by accident. Jeez.


 I guess I was indifferent with Social. I know I'm shy and a little quiet at first but once I feel that I have a situation wrapped around my little finger, I am on top of the world and I can shine a little. I've always loved drama because the opportunity for me to be naturally outgoing or to simply try on a new personality (perhaps even a buried one; who knows?) momentarily in front of a few people was actually really good feeling. It gives you a real break from your boring, old self. Maybe other people will disagree but I've been with this chick since the beginning so a break or two every now and again is good and when you do well - especially when you know you've done well - the feeling is exhilirating.

 Social, I reckon, is useful for my TV Interviews class. This class is good fun. 'Go watch some interviews and think about how they've been done' which is what I do all the time. I think they're interesting and I've always thought it would be fun being on either side of the interview; learning a thing or two about an interesting person or telling someone or an audience a thing or two about you because they find you interesting. So long as I know what I'm doing and I've got the situation under wraps, it would virtually be a cinch. Key words there, hey; so long as.
 It's simply nerve wracking when you're not 100% sure of yourself and when nothing but 'say something. Say something, Goddamnit!' is racing through your mind, it's pretty damn difficult for things to go according to what you had mentally planned. I'd love to try to be funny but I have this sarcastic, sometimes dark sense of humour with a touch of good ol' banter that I certainly would not be able to pull off until I've got enough confidence in myself. I don't really want to come off as an arse to a guest, either.
 Either way, I'm actually pretty riled up about interviewing people in the future once I've got more practice under my hat. Apparently there's a fiery personality under my skin that wants to show itself to the world, I guess.
 Aha, Spatial, at long, long last. Basically I have an eye for a good set; I can draw, I like purdy pictures (hurrhurr) and illustrations. Perfect. Apparently being geographically challenged yet being able to describe the surroundings is gonna come in handy after all. Though, thing is... I prefer drawing people. Still life, for me, is awesome. Not the 'fruit in a bowl' kind of still life, but the kind where I draw my literal 3D models as they stand there before I end up chaining them to the spot because they can't seem to stand still for just five more minutes. Having said that, I do enjoy sculpting, so long as I don't risk sawing my hands off (because women can't seem to be able to do anything right other than stand at the stove all day, where my size 4 UK feet will actually come in useful, apparently).
 I started a rather short lived papier-mâché project in the summer which came to an abrupt end as I'd ran out of PVA glue halfway through it and didn't have the money to go out to buy more.

Apart from the actual workshop giving me migraines from constantly being exposed to solvents and loud machine noises, what we do in it gives me a creative buzz all the same. I made a little set based around the moods 'depression' and 'isolation' - if isolation can even be considered a mood at all - which was actually pretty fun to mess around with. I've always been intrigued at stop-motion sets and the like; how easily enough they'd be to make yourself, at home. Many's the time I've looked up tutorials online on how to make them properly as I was growing up. Then realised that a lot of drills were to be involved and imagined gory scenarios where I end up losing one or more of my hands.



 Was this test accurate? Maybe only a wee, wee bit. Totally hate math. It got that bang on at least. Though after actually sitting down, thinking about and writing about these three main aspects, they do feel pretty familiar to me, if that makes a speck of sense. Anyhow, who knows what the near future holds, eh?

Was this test accurate? Maybe only a wee, wee bit. Totally hate math. It got that bang on at least. Though after actually sitting down, thinking about and writing about these three main aspects, they do feel pretty familiar to me, if that makes a speck of sense. Anyhow, who knows what the near future holds, eh?