According to some quiz, my soul is painted black, "which embodies the characteristics of modernity, formality, power, sophistication, elegance, wealth, mystery, style, anger, sadness, remorse, rebellion, loss, discord, confusion, and absorbing negativity." Black "falls under the element of Earth, and symbolizes outer space and the universe, and in some cultures...represents fertility and wisdom."

So I am black, a Purple, an INTP a thousand times over, a wood ox, a Capricorn, a loser, the yin and the yang, the cardinal, the observer, and an old soul. I am a rationalist, melancholic, and the earth. I am the architect and intellect. I am the Mother Goddess and the bull. According to my philosophy professor, I am the quiet bodhisattva, keeping my knowledge internal while sitting back and absorbing the prajñā all around me.

Whether all of that means anything is to be debated. Who am I really? I'm a thinker. I don't need answers as much as I need the process of questioning. I can be outgoing in group settings where I'm comfortable, but for the most part, I am withdrawn and watching the world around me without getting involved. I loathe being put on the spot, especially to share an opinion or the answer to something. I am quick with a joke, but my best ones usually aren't caught by the people around me. I like puzzles and logic games.

I am altruistic to a fault but quick to criticize others when the mood hits me. I hate being the person in charge, but will testily obtain the role for myself if I feel that things aren't being done the best way. I put reason and the rational above almost all else; emotion is not only unimportant to me, but a nuisance indeed.

I play the double bass because it's the instrument that starts and ends the symphony and holds the entire orchestra together, but doesn't have to deal with the attention received by the first violin. I am happiest when my work is appreciated and I go unnoticed.