Neuroticism

Once upon a time in a city quite nearby I was put through an assessment centre. If images of lab rats going through mazes and running around ferris wheels go through your mind, you are not too far off the mark. We had weird guys with long beards and weirder degrees doing weird things. But the point of this short post is one of the findings they decided was important enough to put on my report. They said in typical high fundae lingo which would probably be necessary to justify the high fees they charge that I scored very low on neuroticism. I was shocked, o God a low score, I freaked out and I ran around screaming pulling my hair out in clumps. Coming back once again to the point, I have always felt that I never truly got attached to anything in life. People come into my life and go out, places come and go. As the two years at IIM A wind down and I look back I have made no ties which would last a life time. I got along well with everyone except the sardar who did not believe in taking baths. It was like an episode of fear factor every time we had a group meet and in the long term interest of my olfactory glands I gave up. What brings about all this reminiscence? Generating options for flatmates in Mumbai.