"Your brain is scrambled."
That's what my friend, Kellih, said one afternoon after a class in which we learned about "right brained" and "left brained" thinkers. Kellih, a very logical math major, was clearly left-brained. I wasn't sure which one I was, so Kellih answered that question for me with those four words: "Your brain is scrambled."
I think she meant it as a compliment.
Anyway, according to something called Worldview Weekend, a link that I got from my fellow iNtuitive Feeler, Marla, over at Proverbial Wife, my worldview is scrambled as well. No wonder I live in a state of perpetual confusion.
Here's the breakdown of my test results:
In the area of Civil Government, I scored as a Secular Humanist Worldview Thinker.
In the area of Economics, I'm a Socialist Worldview Thinker (I think this is partly because I left some of the answers blank. Economics confuse my pretty blonde head).
In the area of Education, I'm a Secular Humanist Worldview Thinker (I'm not particularly surprised about that.)
In the area of Family, I'm a Strong Biblical Worldview Thinker (this was the topic that included abortion questions).
In Law, I'm a Secular Humanist Worldview Thinker (again).
In Religion, I'm a Moderate Biblical Worldview Thinker (not surprising at all, since I'm pretty uncertain about a lot of things).
In Science, I'm a Socialist Worldview Thinker (surprising ... I never thought of myself as a socialistic kinda girl).
In Social Issues, I'm a Strong Biblical Worldview Thinker (very surprising ... I've never thought of myself as a social conservative type).
In defense of my scrambledness, I at least admit to my confused state--something that has often elicited cluck-clucks, tsk-tsks, raised eyebrows, and downright sneers from Strong Biblical and Socialist Worldview Thinkers alike. But I can honestly say that I don't pretend to be something I'm not. The cluck-clucks, tsk-tsks, raised eyebrows, and downright sneers, however, have caused me to remain quiet around certain people regarding my state of perpetual confusion. One grows weary of cluck-clucks, tsk-tsks, raised eyebrows, and downright sneers. One grows weary, indeed.