I don’t know why people walk around in living in a crisis of identity.
“What’s the meaning of life”?
“Who am I, really?”
It all started when my parents christened me Sophie. My name means wisdom and ipso facto, I am very wise. Additionally, I was born in June, and according to the power of the birthstone ‘Pearl’ I promote prosperity and longevity (this probably has something to do with my wisdom, no doubt).
The doyen of all inner-self aspects, the zodiac. As a Cancer, the back pages of well-thumbed teen magazines told me that I was a shy, homebody who was very sensitive. Ah, I wondered why I felt like Jessica Simpson, Kathy Bates and myself were such kindred spirits. The position of the moon, the shy crab – it all makes sense now.
But hang on… I write my ‘O’s without a close? I dot my ‘I’s to the left?… What is this?? Talkative, social, expressive? What happened to the shy, sensitive homebody?
Er, I think I’m having an identity crisis. Someone get me a dream diary, stat.
Here’s what your handwriting says about you:
What do your scribbles say about you? Are you a top or a mid T-striker?