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I'm Not Cool

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Addiction, Schmediction

I’ve been obsessed with personality tests lately. From Meyers-Brigg to BuzzFeed ‘What donut are you?,’ from Kibbe Body Types to Color Seasons - I can’t stop. I think I’m looking for some sort of answer to myself - a guide, a list, a chart. Something I can follow without thinking, because thinking seems to get me in trouble. I’m indecisive; I will stand in the freezer aisle for 10 minutes, trying to pick the perfect ice cream flavor for this moment in time. I want to try everything, taste everything; I’ve not been able to settle on a career, a city, a lifestyle. I can’t seem to dig down through all the layers of “should want” to figure out what I do want. I’ve felt lost for a very long time. For my entire adult life. Some things are starting to come into focus, like I know I love writing, but so much else still feels hazy. You can see how BuzzFeed quizzes would be helpful to a person in my situation. It all started innocently enough. A few years back, as part of the onboarding process a...
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