"If you had to choose one fictional character that personifies your personality, who would it be and why?"
After a lot of thinking I realized that there is not 1 but 2 characters that I simply cannot deny are the perfect representation of my personality and how my brain works. Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
I think so Brain...
That's Right. Pinky and the Brain are a perfect example of the constant back and forth that goes on in my head on a daily basis. Two halves of a personality that is in constant bickering (not quite a battle) with itself. This is not to say that I have multiple personalities or anything like that. ("Not that there's anything wrong with that!") Allow me to explain.
When I was growing up, I watched a lot of TV. I blame this for the reason why instead of understanding Calculus in High School, my brain was already full of useless trivia and theme songs, and therefore could not grasp how x could possibly equal 5 (or any other arbitrary number for that matter). At the age of 10 I could list for you the entire afternoon lineup of Nickelodeon, and what I flipped to when Mr. Wizard came on. (It was Bill Nye in case you were wondering.) THE SHOW that I raced home after school to watch well into High School was Pinky and the Brain. (and of course Animaniacs. Thank you Steven Spielberg!) I could totally relate to them, and knew instinctively that one would never survive without the other. And my brain is the same way. My personality is the same way.
For example, let's look at a current issue in my life. Weight loss and fitness. The Brain says that I need to lose weight and that to do that all I have to do is eat less, exercise more, and simply forget about the fact that sugar is one of my main reasons for being. Pinky on the other hand, rejoices in fun, fun, silly willy! and couldn't care less about diets and muscle tone. If it were up to Pinky, I would already be 400 pounds and gleefully finishing off a pie as I type (or at least try to reach the keyboard). So obviously Pinky doesn't have all the say, and neither does Brain. It's like one of their (of course) failed attempts to take over the world. Brain plans and scrutinizes every little detail and corner of a plan, while Pinky plays with his dryer lint. Then when Brain is finally at a stopping point and looking for a little encouragement, he springs the plan on Pinky, who being unfettered with calculations and graphs, immediately sees the blatant flaw in the logic of the plan. But it's too late. Brain has already congratulated himself on a flawless plan and what the hell does Pinky know anyway? So they proceed and inevitably the flaw that Pinky saw at the very beginning is their downfall.
STORY OF MY LIFE. Remeber that weight loss analogy? Brain is all set to exercise and get fit and finally look good in a size small when all of a sudden Pinky walks in and says "Hey Brain, don't forget about that cake in the fridge! Nah ha ha!!" Brain rolls his eyes at the idea that my will power could ever fail me again, now that I'm determined, and starts exercising. Not just exercising, but working out, upping levels before my heart and lungs even knew that we were warming up. When the working out is done, I limp and pant over to the fridge to get some water. But guess what's in the fridge. Yup, the yummy nummy cake that Pinky pointed out at the very beginning. Narf.
"What are we gonna do tomorrow night, Brain? Same thing we do every night Pinky, try to take over the world."
