Managing expectations!

I was reading blogs this morning when I came across Luce's blog. She had done a quiz, What European City Do You Belong In? Apparently, Luce belonged in Paris, which, if you know Luce, is quite consistent with her personality. Upon reading it, I felt the need to satiate my own curiosity: do I really belong in Paris? I mean, it was only reasonable I do the quiz, seeing as I plan to go to some European city in the reasonably foreseeable future. Secretively, I knew what the answer to the quiz would be. I belonged in Paris. Or Vienna. Surely.

So I did the quiz. This is what it spat out:

You Belong in Dublin!

Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions. You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town.

Huh? Where's my Paris? Where's my Vienna? No, no. This wasn't right. I know I'm friendly, and down to earth, but Dublin? No. I mean, I don't drink! I can't belong in Dublin! How can I belong in Dublin if I don't drink?! Sure, my favourite colour is green, but hey, I know I belong in Paris, or Vienna. It's got to be the wrong answer. It was the wrong answer.

So, quite naturally, I hit the back button.

And changed one answer..

According to the quiz, I still belonged in Dublin.

Hmm.. Still the wrong answer.

I hit the back button for the second time, and changed another answer..

I STILL GOT DUBLIN!

Thinking this was getting quite dodgy, I decided to give it one more try. If I still got Dublin, then I supposed Dublin was where I belonged. I supposed I could live in Dublin..

So I hit the back button.

And changed ANOTHER answer..

You Belong in Paris!

You enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris. You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe.

Yes. I really belonged in Paris. The quiz finally got it right. Wandering around aimlessly and enjoying architecture and crepes? Crepes are definitely me - you can ask Jenny because she sure remembers when we went wandering around the streets of Sydney for two hours looking for crepes.. Before heading to Safeway to get crepe mix that we ended up making in our hotel room. Yea.. There were no close crepe places along George St, or Liverpool St, or Chinatown in Sydney still open at 9pm that night.. But that's another story.

Moral of this story? It's all about expectations! Life is all about managing expectations! If the quiz knew my expectations, it would've spat out Paris or Vienna from the outset, and I wouldn't have wasted my time making it spit out the correct answer. Oh, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, 'why did I have expectations in the first place?' Because, silly, I belong in Paris! Managing expectations, I'm telling you.

So. Now I'm happy.

I did do another quiz from Luce's site: What Kind of Cookie Are You?

I swear, I didn't cheat on this quiz.. Mainly because I had absolutely no idea what to expect.

I am a:

You Are a Fortune Cookie!

You're a rather normal person, except that you have extraordinary luck in life. People want to be around you (even when they're a little sick of you), in hopes of being lucky too!

I didn't know I had extraordinary luck. I certainly haven't been lucky at the lotto, or scratchies, unless you call winning $15 once in the division 5 (or is it 6?). Yep, thats about as much luck as I get with money. Maybe it's because everyone else around me gets the money. If it is, then they're draining me of it *waves her fist in the air*