this is a pop-psych one question test has been going around on fb
if you know the answer already, don't reveal it and let those who don't make their guesses
answer in post 51
this is a pop-psych one question test has been going around on fb
if you know the answer already, don't reveal it and let those who don't make their guesses
answer in post 51
Last edited by Nevero; 03-27-2014 at 06:02 AM.
a couple of answers come to mind:
my first guess:
the young women killed her mother and now also killed her sister. she's insane.
second answer; the young man had a relationship with her sister and mother. sister kills mother, than young women wants the man and kills sister.
third answer: there is a lot of money in inheritance and the sister is the only obstacle to get that money and have a beautifull wedding with the stranger.
Did I win the "i'm a psychopath t-shirt" ?
Edit: doh... googled the answer and it's soo simple.. damn i'm not a psycho :'( (a real psycho ofcourse answers this question wrongly as to mislead the others...think about that!)
The picture is so beautiful and I could probably analyze the hell out of the story but the picture is so beautiful... Does that make me a psychopath? I took this test and got
@Nevero, please give me my results.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
The picture asks the question wrong. The way they say it makes it obvious as one sentence leads to the other.
Projection is ordinary. Person A projects at person B, hoping tovalidate something about person A by the response of person B. However, person B, not wanting to be an obejct of someone elses ego and guarding against existential terror constructs a personality which protects his ego and maintain a certain sense of a robust and real self that is different and separate from person A. Sadly, this robust and real self, cut off by defenses of character from the rest of the world, is quite vulnerable and fragile given that it is imaginary and propped up through external feed back. Person B is dimly aware of this and defends against it all the more, even desperately projecting his anxieties back onto person A, with the hope of shoring up his ego with salubrious validation. All of this happens without A or B acknowledging it, of course. Because to face up to it consciously is shocking, in that this is all anybody is doing or can do and it seems absurd when you realize how pathetic it is.
Her sister was a reptile.
What did I win?
They were related, the sister failed to tell her of her secret brother. The instant, vivid allure of a lifetime of bliss with her soul mate, shattered. The shards of glass sharp with bitter resentment..... in a fit of rage and passion she turned to her sister and lunged. Down she fell into the final resting place of her mother smacking her head on the coffin. She never regained consciousness. Then, in a Sid and Nancy style twist, the two that remained (the original girl and the man) made a suicide pact ... they could continue in this world no longer, knowing that they were responsible for their shared sisters death... and they could bear to countenance themselves or each other anymore. They slit each others wrists, drank sloe gin and listened to the cure as the life faded from their tortured bodies.
Either that or...
It was an accident, no where does it mention murder.
Now this is a story all about how, my type got changed, turned upside down. Just wait for a minute and watch chatbox right there, & I'll tell how Gem became the moderator with blue hair.
In typology central friended and praised, on the picture thread was where she spent most her days. Chilling out, selfies, relaxing all cool, And all typing some people and getting them schooled.
When a couple of girls who were up to no good, Started annoying her & her friends in the forumhood, She got in one little flame war & got pissed off & said 'I'm moving in with that exboyfriend in the forum with the socionics toffs.
So Gem pulls up to the forum for a year without being a hater, And yells to typocentral 'Yo creeps! Smell Ya later', Became a mod in her kingdom she was finally there, To sit on her throne as the mod with blue hair.
InvisibruJim
Did she kill her mother too?
Can she only love one person at a time and then hates anyone who she used to love?
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Lel. Reptiles as in reptiles, not aliens, @Aylen. You're mistaking me with crazie runs in the family crazie rat. Now, watch out, before I get my UFO rolling.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Ah, we call those "Black Stories" in Germany, there's a card game with a whole lot of those kind of riddles. I already know so many.
Here's a riddle for those, who like lateral thinking:
After you died you come to a room with two doors. One leads to heaven, the other to hell. But you don't know which door is which. In front of each door stands an angel. One angel will always tell lies, the other will always tell the truth. You are allowed to choose one of the angels (once again, you don't know who's the angel that tells the truth, both angels look exactly the same) and ask one question to find out which door you have to go through. What question do you ask?
Also known as the "certain death riddle" in the Labyrinth but I won't spoil it for those who want to answer.
One of us will tell you true,
One will always lie.
Just one question is your due,
And only one reply.
One right answer gets you through,
Which door will you try?
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I think this may be time related. What happens a couple of days after a funeral?
Edit: Will reading?
Now this is a story all about how, my type got changed, turned upside down. Just wait for a minute and watch chatbox right there, & I'll tell how Gem became the moderator with blue hair.
In typology central friended and praised, on the picture thread was where she spent most her days. Chilling out, selfies, relaxing all cool, And all typing some people and getting them schooled.
When a couple of girls who were up to no good, Started annoying her & her friends in the forumhood, She got in one little flame war & got pissed off & said 'I'm moving in with that exboyfriend in the forum with the socionics toffs.
So Gem pulls up to the forum for a year without being a hater, And yells to typocentral 'Yo creeps! Smell Ya later', Became a mod in her kingdom she was finally there, To sit on her throne as the mod with blue hair.
InvisibruJim
A classic:
A woman goes into a bar and orders a glass of water. The bartender pulls out a gun. She says "Thanks." and leaves. What has happened here?
Another one:
A man visits a five star restaurant and orders an albatross soup. When he starts eating he suddenly has to puke. What has happened here?
What is actually better than those kind of riddles are games like Scissors. Drives you crazy when you don't know what's going on.
Now this is a story all about how, my type got changed, turned upside down. Just wait for a minute and watch chatbox right there, & I'll tell how Gem became the moderator with blue hair.
In typology central friended and praised, on the picture thread was where she spent most her days. Chilling out, selfies, relaxing all cool, And all typing some people and getting them schooled.
When a couple of girls who were up to no good, Started annoying her & her friends in the forumhood, She got in one little flame war & got pissed off & said 'I'm moving in with that exboyfriend in the forum with the socionics toffs.
So Gem pulls up to the forum for a year without being a hater, And yells to typocentral 'Yo creeps! Smell Ya later', Became a mod in her kingdom she was finally there, To sit on her throne as the mod with blue hair.
InvisibruJim
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Maybe the unknown man was her sisters husband, she had an affair with him not knowing this. She was the carrier of a genetic and contagious disease (which her mother died of and which does not affect men)... then her sisters husband passed it on to his wife...the sister
Now this is a story all about how, my type got changed, turned upside down. Just wait for a minute and watch chatbox right there, & I'll tell how Gem became the moderator with blue hair.
In typology central friended and praised, on the picture thread was where she spent most her days. Chilling out, selfies, relaxing all cool, And all typing some people and getting them schooled.
When a couple of girls who were up to no good, Started annoying her & her friends in the forumhood, She got in one little flame war & got pissed off & said 'I'm moving in with that exboyfriend in the forum with the socionics toffs.
So Gem pulls up to the forum for a year without being a hater, And yells to typocentral 'Yo creeps! Smell Ya later', Became a mod in her kingdom she was finally there, To sit on her throne as the mod with blue hair.
InvisibruJim
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
what does it mean if i thought that the guy turned out to be her butch sister, who she then killed?
Now this is a story all about how, my type got changed, turned upside down. Just wait for a minute and watch chatbox right there, & I'll tell how Gem became the moderator with blue hair.
In typology central friended and praised, on the picture thread was where she spent most her days. Chilling out, selfies, relaxing all cool, And all typing some people and getting them schooled.
When a couple of girls who were up to no good, Started annoying her & her friends in the forumhood, She got in one little flame war & got pissed off & said 'I'm moving in with that exboyfriend in the forum with the socionics toffs.
So Gem pulls up to the forum for a year without being a hater, And yells to typocentral 'Yo creeps! Smell Ya later', Became a mod in her kingdom she was finally there, To sit on her throne as the mod with blue hair.
InvisibruJim
Two more guesses before i google it because i can't stand the suspense any longer.
Could she be too young, as in underage...so the sister calls it in and she kills her for taking her romeo away?
Or
She becomes pregnant and miscarries/terminates...the man was her long lost father. So she was the mother of her own sister.
Edit: yeah, the answer was a tad dissapointing
Now this is a story all about how, my type got changed, turned upside down. Just wait for a minute and watch chatbox right there, & I'll tell how Gem became the moderator with blue hair.
In typology central friended and praised, on the picture thread was where she spent most her days. Chilling out, selfies, relaxing all cool, And all typing some people and getting them schooled.
When a couple of girls who were up to no good, Started annoying her & her friends in the forumhood, She got in one little flame war & got pissed off & said 'I'm moving in with that exboyfriend in the forum with the socionics toffs.
So Gem pulls up to the forum for a year without being a hater, And yells to typocentral 'Yo creeps! Smell Ya later', Became a mod in her kingdom she was finally there, To sit on her throne as the mod with blue hair.
InvisibruJim
Now this is a story all about how, my type got changed, turned upside down. Just wait for a minute and watch chatbox right there, & I'll tell how Gem became the moderator with blue hair.
In typology central friended and praised, on the picture thread was where she spent most her days. Chilling out, selfies, relaxing all cool, And all typing some people and getting them schooled.
When a couple of girls who were up to no good, Started annoying her & her friends in the forumhood, She got in one little flame war & got pissed off & said 'I'm moving in with that exboyfriend in the forum with the socionics toffs.
So Gem pulls up to the forum for a year without being a hater, And yells to typocentral 'Yo creeps! Smell Ya later', Became a mod in her kingdom she was finally there, To sit on her throne as the mod with blue hair.
InvisibruJim
She killed the sister so the guy would show up at the funeral and she could talk to him again. Kinda farfetched/overkill but idk.
Last edited by Aylen; 03-27-2014 at 05:59 AM.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung