Romance is hard work. I catch myself wondering if its worth the effort, six years into a relationship.
And then I see my parents. Yeah, it's worth it.
I have literally 0 interest on talking about things like this. I'm only here to talk about Smash and games lol
Because you're Sakurai's mistress, currently pregnant with his third child.
There is another really good personality test out there called the Enneagram, which I think identified me very well.
http://www.eclecticenergies.com/enneagram/test.php
The test eventually labels you as one of 9 types and can give you a wing to narrow things down. I fall in personality type 9 and likely have an 8 wing. 9s are "The Peacemakers", which fits for me since I like to avoid conflict at nearly all costs and am generally pretty tolerant and easy going. I have been told that in the rare moments when I do get angry, it seems that I explode and come out of nowhere. I also tend to be pretty optimistic, though I'm feeling pretty sour and anxious right now, so that's not always the case. Check the test out, it's good..
Type 8:
The Challenger. 7 wing. Sexual variant. Expected this, considering other personality evaluations I've taken. No surprise that there's so few of us Challengers, seeing as we rip each other apart whenever we can.
This test is weird, while Type 8 describes me the most, every one of the others types involves a handful of traits I can relate to. I too, like to avoid conflict, but only for the sake of jeopardizing the personal relationships/well-being of others around me and/or time's sake.
Good thing I'm a sexual variant, though; I'm totes down for procreating and raising Challenger babies.
Unhealthy Eights are frankly agressive and when pushed, can resort to violence. Such Eights enjoy intimidating others whom they see as "weak" and feel little compunction about walking over anyone who stands in their way. They can be crude, brutal and dangerous.
Haha. My high school years in a nice paragraph. Near my graduation, I came home from one of my games, around 3 am. I walked into the kitchen, exhausted, and there stood my dad, fully dressed, waiting for me to come home. He looked me dead in the eye and said "Your arrogance will destroy you one day, and I won't be there to grieve for you when it happens." And then went to bed.
I didn't sleep for two days after that. Part of me knew that he didn't want me to ask him what I meant, all he wanted was for me to change. Honestly, I can't say I have changed much. Externally, I've been placed in situations where I MUST stay courteous, cool, and collected (i.e. the real world, work and school), and that's been working fine for me.