I’m a sucker for all kinds of little quizzes. What color is your aura? How liberal or conservative are you? Are you depressed? What kind of parent are you? What’s your IQ? How secure is your home? What’s your personality type?
I suppose on some level I think these questionnaires and quizzes will somehow help me know myself a little better. Or show me how I compare to other people. Most are very unscientific and the results are just for amusement. After all, if I were serious about gaining a deeper understanding of what makes me tick, I’d cough up the money for a shrink.
Anyway, I just came across a little quiz to find out what flower I am. Personally, I’d have guessed I’m a cactus flower, prickly and dry and rarely blooming at all. Or maybe, at my most idyllic, a nodding columbine in a high mountain meadow. But these probably weren’t options in the flower quiz. My impression is the only options are normal garden-variety species.
Bottom line, the quiz says I’m a canna. A canna!? Yuck. Cannas are okay. But there’s no romance in cannas, no subtlety, no delicacy. They stand tall and straight, usually in masses, like infantry with flags unfurled.
According to the quiz, being a canna means “You stand up for what you believe in, even if it gets in the way of what other people think. You are proud of yourself and your accomplishments and you enjoy letting people know that.” Yes, I stand up for what I believe in, but I am generally very deferential to other people’s opinions. And while I’m secretly proud of myself and my accomplishments, it feels conceited to let others know it.
Maybe I should take the quiz again. I’d much prefer to be a shy little pansy in a shady corner of the garden.
(The second time around, the quiz said I’m an echinacea. That sounds more like me, a casual flower with hidden qualities and not overly showy. Of echinacea, the quiz says “You are a health conscious person, both your health and the health of others. You know all about the health benefits and dangers of the world around you.”)