A Disagreeable Spirit

Whimsy On A Wednesday

Posted on: 21st Feb, 2018

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Angel, Jules Smith

Satirical Snapshots Bringing You Whimsy On A Wednesday!

I jest about being a rancid bitch shat from the bowels of Hell, but recent evidence might suggest it’s true.

 

The Psychopath Test

The other day I was asked to do a personality test by a work colleague. They had participated and suggested I should take it as it is devised by a well known psychologist. You even have to pay a fiver to do it so that gave it more credibility.

The test stated that you must be in a calm setting, Β a settled mood and not stressed. I don’t even know what that means.

The test asks random questions from ‘strongly agree to strongly disagree’ with many variants in-between. That caused instant irritation because I’m a bit of a β€˜yes-or-no’ kind of chick and can only do shades when I’m being creative; otherwise I like to get straight to the point.

Be honest, it said.

Bring it, I answered.

 

Meet the New Stalin

Undertand Yourself

Well.

I mean….

Well.

As you can plainly see I am probably the most disagreeable person you know. Have ever known. Will, in fact, ever know. Not just slightly. Not by a smidgen, even.

 

0th PERCENTILE

At first, well, not at first because the first thing I did was tell the person who made me take it to bugger off and go and ruin someone else’s day. True to form. Then I thought, well if you’re gonna be good at something then you may as well excel, right? Look at the positive side.

But then I wondered at its accuracy. Disagreeable people have massive, life-changing mistrust.

I have lots of fabulous and lovely friends. Some of them LIFELONG. How, if I am so wretched? Hmmm… maybe they fear me? So, I rang one of them up and asked them.

β€œWhy are you my friend?”

β€œWhat?”

β€œAnswer the question.”

β€œThe same reason anybody is a friend, you like each other and enjoy each others company. We share a commonality.”

I thought about that for a second and whether the person I was talking to was a mean-spirited bitch. No. Quite the opposite. Good.

β€œSo it’s not out of fear?”

β€œWhat’s going on, Jules….?”

I explained.

β€œWhich mood were you in when you took this test?”

β€œWhat do you mean by which?! I exclaimed in a disagreeable fashion.

β€œWell, you know… were you agitated? Testing the test? Being ridiculously literal?”

In hindsight, I did take the test after many gruelling hours of work. And I might have only had 4 hours of sleep. And someone was vomiting upstairs and making me skittish. And I’d just lost my Apple ipen. And someone had stolen my last vanilla cappuccino sachet. Not to mention that at the time of answering the question, β€œI care about other people’s problems,” someone was chuntering about how their day was ruined because the shade of the dress they’d just purchased was slightly off. Do I care about other people’s problems? STRONGLY DISAGREE. TICK.Β 

I’m sorry but if someone’s life is ruined because they bought the wrong shade of frikkin’ yellow then I have no compassion. None.

I’ve got real issues. Like being labelled a psychopath.

Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t the right time and maybe, just maybe, I answered a little rashly.

However, not wanting to leave things to chance, for once, I decided that I should make an attempt at becoming a bit more balanced.

 

Goddess of Mother Earth

Goddess of Mother Earth

Gaia, they call it. It’s like the Netflix version of mind-blowing spirituality and (yes, and) scientific findings. Rather than download another book on the art of Japanese folding, I decided I would subscribe to this channel and watch endless programmes that would enlighten me rather than violent thrillers and series where people blind you with their peaky caps.

I started with Quantum Physics as I rather like this subject. However, I realised the only reason I was enjoying this particular episode was because I figured I had the ability to affect global consciousness and make people adhere to my whims. Very sociopathic. I moved onto something about water. I was so captivated by this series that I stayed up until 1 am watching it.

Result?

I am now afraid to drink our water. Water, when it comes out of our tap is dead. Dead and vile and full of life-destroying chemicals. Not only that, but water has a memory and retains all the gubbins that people have flushed into it despite the chemicals. The only way to cure this is to freeze water and then melt it to return it to its original state. Then, after all that hassle, you have to run it through a black carbon filter to remove the chemicals.

I sat up until 2.45 am researching water filters on Amazon.

When I had to get up at 6 am the following day I was utterly atrocious. And dehydrated.

 

I’m Not Scared of Dying – I Just Don’t Want To Be There When It Happens

The next night I resumed my Gaia viewing even though I was now a sociopath on mead. Back to medieval insight. Don’t drink the dodgy water.

I started a series about the afterlife. I dismissed about 3 episodes because the people on there were pissing me off. Yes, of course you’ve had 97 near death experiences and spoken to spirit guides who keep sending you back because THEY HATE PEOPLE LIKE ME and want to INFLICT YOU UPON US.

And breathe…

This is making me even more intolerant. What’s after 0th percentile? Burning in Hell?

Eventually, I found one with scientists talking as well as nutters. I decided to stick with it.

Result?

I am now petrified of dying and have issues with my loved ones who have passed.

Apparently, when you die your soul rushes out of the top of your head with such force you might be violently disorientated.

Really? You just frikkin’ died!

Because of this, you might not know where to go, what is happening or what to do. Well, whoopy doo. I don’t know what I’m doing now, never mind how I’m supposed to deal with exploding out of my mortal head, with no moral support and no sat nav. I’m going to be one of those orbs that bounces off the walls of my house forever.

Secondly, if you’re not quite as neurotic as me, when you pass you may feel a sense of great relief. You will look down on your loved ones crying at your death but not give a toss about that and only feel peace and happiness.

How selfish is that?

I take great exception to the fact that I’m here crying and wailing at the loss of people I care about and all they feel is great relief and sod off on a jolly to never-never land.

 

I’m No Sigourney Weaver

Aliens

I moved swiftly on to alien encounters.

You’ve heard it all before: abductions, poking, other kinds of poking, UFO’s and so on. Blah Blah. Despite being a sociopath, I am not averse to the fact there are other life forms in the Universe than us. I’m not that narcissistic.

Then I found that they could be walking among us. That could explain why I have so many eclectic friends; they’re not human. I’m being conned.

I now start wondering how I would react to an encounter with an alien and realise that in all scenarios I would become extremely disagreeable. Fear.

I then learn that if you think about aliens, they pick this up (being all advanced and all) and turn up cunningly disguised as the FedEx man. Not only am I now dehydrated, feeling unloved by my ancestors and a psychopath, but I’m also agoraphobic.

 

The Disciples of My Mind

Matthew, Mark, Luke, John

As I sat in my tinfoil hat and contemplated my new found enlightenment, someone called me and asked if I had ever spoken to myself.

Look, I told you my friends (aliens) were eclectic.

β€œYes, I even answer myself. I sometimes have arguments with myself too.”

β€œNo, I mean have you ever spoken to your subconscious?”

β€œI dunno. Probably. Unless we’ve had a row and they’re blanking me.”

β€œLook, Jules, it’s a good way to understand yourself. ( Can we just stop here and laugh out loud to that? I did.) Try and talk to your subconscious and give it a name.”

Hippy shit.

β€œA name? Really?”

β€œYes. Make it real and have a conversation.”

β€œOK. What else have I got to lose at this point ?”

 

Back To My Former Self

I’m gonna be honest, I tried it. Nearly sent me off to Broadmoor.

My friend called. β€œDid you talk to your subconscious?”

β€œOh yes.”

β€œAnd a name?”

β€œMatthew, Mark, Luke and John.”

β€œWhat? That’s 4 names?!”

β€œBecause 4 people spoke to me. I had a mind orgy – and not in a good way.”

β€œYou can’t call them male names, you’re a female.”

β€œI know. One of my subconscious personalities made the very same point. So, I renamed them β€˜Itsy, Bitsy, Teeny and Weeny’

β€œOh.. How did that go?”

β€œBadly. We all fell out, I couldn’t remember who was who so I sent them to Coventry.”

β€œAnd what have you learnt from that?”

β€œTo remain very disagreeable.”

Moral of the story? – Don’t water yourself down to appease other people.

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26 Comments on A Disagreeable Spirit

LL

LL

21st Feb, 2018 01:02

If you’d wanted an honest result you would have worn your emergency clown nose when you took the test. And you’d have charged THEM a fiver for the honor of having you take their test.

That’s all I have to say on the matter.

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Jules

Jules Smith

21st Feb, 2018 09:02

You’re a very naughty boy, LL! You positively encourage my demonic side! πŸ™‚

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Hardnox

Hardnox

21st Feb, 2018 01:02

Funny stuff.

Frankly, all those giving these tests are insane… so don’t give it another thought. Seriously, who hasn’t met a shrink that was off their rocker? I’ve met several shrinks socially and they are goofy as hell. Besides, who gets to decide normal? Not these a-holes! Best to follow the beat of your own drummer and the hell with everyone else provided you aren’t deliberately mean towards your fellow man in the process… unless of course, they are begging for it or truly deserve it.

I’m with LL. Wear your “emergency clown nose” next time someone asks you to take a fool test.

Carry on.

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Jules

Jules Smith

21st Feb, 2018 09:02

Thank you, ‘Nox.

Yeah! Agreed! It’s them not me! Maybe I am normal! What do they know? πŸ™‚

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vonMeßer

vonMeßer

21st Feb, 2018 19:02

Jules, you are normal…..abby normal!

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Jules

Jules Smith

21st Feb, 2018 22:02

Hello VM!

Haha! I like it! This can be my new pseudonym! πŸ™‚

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Lynne Bod Allen

Lynne Bod Allen

21st Feb, 2018 10:02

Well you didn’t need to take that test. How many times have we told you you’re stubborn and don’t take prisoners. I’ve a life box of your stories as proof!!! Relish the fact that you are unique, extremely positive and generally a nice person especially after a good night out on vodka. Take the test again when your slightly squiffy and you’ll be a puppy dog

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Jules

Jules Smith

21st Feb, 2018 16:02

Are you trying to blackmail me? πŸ˜‰

Yeah, a Rottweiler puppy dog!

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Exile on Pain Street

Exile on Pain Street

21st Feb, 2018 11:02

Nobody would ever call you a rancid bitch. Not if I was in the same room. I can’t account for what happens behind your back, though.

0th percentile?! Who gets 0? Don’t you get something just for showing up and participating?

Afraid of dying AND afraid of water? It’s going to be rough going trying to avoid those, dearie.

I had to Google Broadmoor. That’s why I come here. I learn stuff. It’s also an apartment building in Chelsea. Our Chelsea. Not yours.

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Jules

Jules Smith

21st Feb, 2018 16:02

Awww, thanks, M. You rock!

Apparently no, you don’t even get a party bag for showing up!

I think if I sort the water issue out I might get more balanced. It’s very inconvenient as it’s also put me off swimming which I love.

Glad to teach you things you’ll probably never need, but they might come up in a random pub quiz! I love both Chelsea’s πŸ™‚

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LL

LL

21st Feb, 2018 17:02

Is “rancid bitch” different than “corrosive, soul sucking harridan?” See, your infamous resting bitch face can be interpreted a number of ways and while not nearly so terrifying as, say “Scary Larry” – it is impressive in its malevolence.

And more to the point, why should you entertain insufferable people with a happy face? Unless you make it a joker face with appropriate make-up – then you can show them ‘happy’.

Go take three sips of a pink gin fizz and think on it.

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Jules

Jules Smith

21st Feb, 2018 22:02

I think I like your version better. I could ask people this at parties. Like a form of an introduction by posing this question. That should sort the wheat from the chaff. But, do I do it with resting bitch face, clown nose or joker smile. Hmmm… I feel I must experiment.

Thank you for this advice, scary Larry πŸ˜‰

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Jane Lowe

Jane Lowe

21st Feb, 2018 18:02

Jules, my eyes are stinging from crying with laughter! Don’t ever change, we love you just the way you are. Please stay disagreeable!

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Jules

Jules Smith

21st Feb, 2018 22:02

My eyes are stinging because I cant wash my face with water anymore and have used some plant-based, herbivore tonic water instead. Acid wash. However, the marketing team didn’t like that idea…

I think that’s a given, Jane! πŸ™‚

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Azra

Azra

21st Feb, 2018 19:02

You? Disagreeable? Never!
oh and LOL! I once read that London’s water goes through 11 people before you drink it. That drastically made me change the way I saw tap water and I suddenly understood why people were paying 5 quid for a tiny bottle of Evian.

I have a fantasy where I can die and leave this horrid place behind.

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Jules

Jules Smith

21st Feb, 2018 22:02

I know! Rude! I might write a disagreeable letter!

Ewwwww… That’s gross.

You can’t have Evian because it’s in a plastic bottle. This also kills water deader than dead, they said. Voss in a glass bottle is the only alternative I’ve found but still needs to go through a carbon filter. I wonder if Gaia is getting kickbacks?

Yeah, I hear ya, Az, but I wouldn’t advise it because you are going to rush out of your pretty head like a rocket on bonfire night. πŸ™‚

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Masher

Masher

21st Feb, 2018 21:02

I’ve been offered those sort of tests before, but us Taureans don’t believe in all that mumbo-jumbo.

Now’t wrong with tap water, m’love. It’s full of goodness… and other things.
And it remembers fuck all. Trust me.

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Jules

Jules Smith

21st Feb, 2018 22:02

Guess what, Masher….

I too am a bolshy Taurean. That means you are highly disagreeable too! I knew it. I can sense kindred in an instant. Can smell it from nations away. Like an alien. πŸ™‚

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the late phoenix

the late phoenix

22nd Feb, 2018 20:02

Sigourney Weaver before Alien:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=OX5BngxRWLg

*)

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Jules

Jules Smith

24th Feb, 2018 20:02

Haha!

I am so Woody Allen about spiders! Maybe one day, I too will become a Sigourney Weaver. *)

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Mike_C

Mike_C

26th Feb, 2018 19:02

Was Woody wearing platform shoes the whole scene, or Weaver standing in a hole? She’s 7″ taller than Allen!

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Jules

Jules Smith

27th Feb, 2018 10:02

Never trust a short man in platforms πŸ˜‰

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goatman

goatman

23rd Feb, 2018 20:02

Soul has mass? This changes everything!

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Jules

Jules Smith

24th Feb, 2018 20:02

Ha! Right, Goatman!

Maybe I should stop watching Gaia…..:)

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LSP

LSP

2nd Mar, 2018 06:03

I’m not against the Orb, when I’m listening to Mexican radio https://youtu.be/eyCEexG9xjw Then again, groove is surely in the heart!

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Jules

Jules Smith

2nd Mar, 2018 10:03

It’s all about the harmonica, LSP. HARMONYca. πŸ™‚

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