Not all completely true.

Psychoanalyze Yourself; Don't read ahead, just copy and paste the following into a NEW bulletin BEFORE you read my answers. Then answer the following questions one at a time WITHOUT LOOKING AHEAD with the first thought that comes to mind. Then read what each answer means at the end.


1. You are walking in the woods. You are not alone. Who's with you?
--Clayton

2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. What kind of animal?
--Squirrel

3. What interaction takes place between you and the animal?
--Just runs away, up a tree or something.

4. You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing, and before you is your dream house. How big is it?
--Medium size...one story.

5. Is your dream house surrounded by a fence?
--No.

6. You enter the house. You walk into the dining room and see the dining table is covered with?
--Flower vase.

7. You exit the house and a cup is on the ground, what kind is it?
Coffee cup

8. What do you do with the cup?
Pick it up and look at it...possibly take it with if it isn't too gross.

9. At the end of your property you find a body of water what kind is it?
A creek.

10. How do you cross that body of water?
I'll probably play in the water a bit, then just hop over.

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The ANSWERS

1. The person who you are walking in the woods with is the most important to you.

2. The size of the animal is representative of your perception of the size of your problems in your life.

3. The severity of the interaction you have with the animal is representative of how you deal with your problems.

4. The size of your dream home is representative of the size of your ambition.

5. A lack of a fence is indicative of an open personality. People are welcome at all times. The presence of a fence indicates a closed personality. You'd prefer people not drop by unannounced.

6. If your answer did NOT include food, flowers, or people, then you are generally unhappy.

7. The durability of the material with the cup is representative of the perceived durability of your relationship.

8. What you did with the cup is representative of your attitude.

9. The size of the body of water is representative of the size of your relationships.

10. The way you cross the water is representative to how easy or hard you expect your life to be

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