The ‘If I Were’ Game

I found the game in a self-harm workbook that I have. It’s an exercise to get a better idea of who you are, apparently. The rules are easy, you just try to figure out what you’d be if you were any of the following things. Here are my answers:

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If I were a politician I would be

the politician who wouldn’t get enough votes because she’d not care about the traditional policitian-y things, but would try to make positive changes for minorities like people with mental health issues.

If I were a pop star I would be

Pink. Because she gets it. And because she rocks.

If I were a film star I would be

Hm, difficult. Angelina Jolie, probably. Because she appears to be a wild child who eventually found a purpose in her life. I’d love to be able to say the same about myself.

If I were in a soap opera I would be

the character who’s adding the drama, or the misunderstood misfit. I can play that role perfectly.

If I were a writer I would be

the writer who never dared to publish a single book, because she’s consumed with self-doubt.

If I were a book I would be

a diary, with lots of pages already written, new stuff on each page, and lots of pages still empty.

If I were a TV show host I would be

Ellen DeGeneres, because she’s funny and self-confident and makes people happy and pranks people, but never in the mean way (or at least never in the really bad mean way where the joke is on someone else whose feelings get hurt).

If I were a criminal I would be

hm… like Robin Hood maybe, stealing from the rich and mean to give it to those who need it.

If I were a religion I would be

a colorful religion that values love and virtues, and people thinking for themselves, and excluded all dogmatic directives that tell people how to behave and punished them for wrongdoing or thinking or living outside the box.

If I were a mythical beast I would be

a Phoenix, who burns up, but then rises from his own ashes.

If I were a Disney character I would be

Tinkerbell’s unruly sister. In black and hot pink.

If I were a drug I would be

a mood-destabilizer. LOL

If I were an animal I would be

a big cat. Cuddly towards those she loves, but with claws that won’t be messed with.

If I were a piece of food I would be

haha, silly question. Okay, let me think. I’d be… a… magical surprise fruit. Each bite might taste different.

If I were an illness I would be

the annoying cough that doesn’t go away.

If I were a mood I would be

unpredictable.

If I were a holiday resort I would be

an adventure resort where around every corner you’d find new challenges waiting for you.

If I were a pattern I would be

chaotic.

If I were a tree I would be

the crooked tree that grows at the edge of an abyss, digging its roots into the rock and trying its best to still grow upright, but never quite managing to make it back up over the edge properly.

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There you go, my ‘if I were’ answers. Feel free to play, too. Let me know if you do, so I can come and read your answers.  🙂

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45 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. prideinmadness
    Jan 27, 2013 @ 15:13:52

    I’m totally playing!!!

    I love that you would be Tinkerbell’s unruly sister 😛

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  5. mm172001
    Jan 28, 2013 @ 00:53:26

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  7. Aliz
    Jan 28, 2013 @ 05:31:38

    Thanks for the idea, this looks interesting, I just wrote my version. 🙂

  8. nobodysreadingme
    Jan 28, 2013 @ 10:48:34

    I like the ‘tree’ analogy.

    • Lola
      Jan 28, 2013 @ 11:22:05

      Thanks. 🙂 It describes pretty well how I feel a lot of the time.

      • nobodysreadingme
        Jan 28, 2013 @ 11:25:08

        Well, sometimes I can relate to that….

        • Lola
          Jan 28, 2013 @ 11:33:20

          What kind of tree would you be?

          • nobodysreadingme
            Jan 28, 2013 @ 11:40:08

            Where I come from, in Lancashire, it’s not far from open moorland. This consists largely of peat bogs and poor soil, fit only for grazing sheep.
            Hardly any trees at all. Just occasional ones dotted about.
            They’re gnarled and twisted from constant bad weather, often look as if they’re about to fall down. But like your tree on the abyss, they just hang on somehow.
            So a moorland tree, continually battered, but not giving up. and when the sun shines, as it does occasionally on the moors, they look splendid.
            and of course I’d feel at home. It’s many years since I’ve lived up there, but it’s still my spiritual home.

            • Lola
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 11:59:39

              That’s cool! I can relate to those moorland trees. Doubly cool if they make you feel at home. 🙂

              Moorland sounds interesting. If a bit creepy. lol

            • nobodysreadingme
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 12:06:56

              Creepy indeed. If you Google Images on ‘Pots and Pans Greenfield’ you’ll see what I mean. This may seem a bit odd, but Pots and Pans is a memorial I often used to visit
              But it is very very beautiful up there.

            • Lola
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 13:26:10

              It looks like a nice place, actually, and not so creepy after all. 🙂

            • nobodysreadingme
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 13:39:28

              Try googling ‘Stoodley Pike.’ I’ve been there, and it is creepy even on a bright summer day. And it can go from sunshine to howling wind and rain in about five minutes flat. So not very much like, say, Arizona

            • Lola
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 13:42:12

              That monument is looking a bit naughty! LOL! I think the most creepy thing about it is that there is nothing there. Like . . . nothing. Other than grass

            • nobodysreadingme
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 13:48:01

              and the occasional gnarled tree, but you have to look very closely.
              The monument is very odd. It’s been struck by lightning more times than any oter buliding in the UK. They had to rebuild it after a particularly big hit in the 1870s

            • Lola
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 13:49:49

              I can imagine it gets hit by lightning a lot, sticking up like that in a place where nothing else does. Definitely not a place where I’d want to be during a thunderstorm. Yikes. O.O

            • nobodysreadingme
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 14:05:27

              The moors are studded with odd buildings and monuments like this. Stoodley Pike commemorates the Napoleonic wars. Pots and Pans commemorates the Great War. Hartshead Pike (Google beckons) stands where the warning beacon originally stood when the Spanish Armada was expected to come knocking. I used to walk up to Hartshead Pike quite a lot. The big conurbation in some of the shots looking southwest is Oldham, where I grew up

            • Lola
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 14:08:50

              I think it’s cool to have all this historic monuments and stuff about that remind people of things that happened such a long time ago.

            • nobodysreadingme
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 14:14:22

              It’s not just monuments and stuff. The first house we bought when I got married was built in 1857; It was 125 years old when we moved in. It’s still there.

            • Lola
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 14:21:45

              Wow, that’s really darn old. Awesome! I love that!

            • nobodysreadingme
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 14:33:09

              I can do better than that. My sister has a house right on the edge of the moors that dates back to the 1600s. Round about the time of the Pilgrim Fathers, I suppose

            • Lola
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 14:35:44

              NO WAY! Holy stars and garters, that’s like… 400 years old! How can this even still be standing? (But it’s insanely awesome that it does!)

            • nobodysreadingme
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 14:49:35

              My father in law was the family chaplain for the Strathmore family. The family estate was based on glamis Castle, which has been around in various guises since about 1350. They still live there. It’s the same Glamis Castle that appears in Macbeth.
              They were very nice people on the occasions I met them, even if they did live somewhere pushing 700 years old

            • Lola
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 17:17:01

              Wow, that’s so awesome, that there is a true castle that appears in Shakespeare (IS Macbeth Shakespeare? I’m very book dumb, sorry.) and that people actually live there. Did you visit them at their castle?

            • nobodysreadingme
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 17:23:28

              Yep, Shakespeare. Yep, went to the castle to visit. Yep, seen the room where Macbeth and Banquo reputedly battle it out

            • Lola
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 17:25:12

              That’s so cool!!

            • nobodysreadingme
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 17:31:02

              Check out Google for images of Glamis Castle. If you get a long distance front shot of the castle, all the countryside you can see belongs to the family.

            • Lola
              Jan 28, 2013 @ 17:36:13

              Whoa, whoa, whoa!!! No fucking way do people LIVE there!!! Lucky folks, hey!! That’s like right out of a fairy tale! O.O

            • nobodysreadingme
              Jan 29, 2013 @ 09:20:20

              It’s a tad misleading. The family live in the back third of the righthand wing. Most of the other rooms are open to the public, so are unoccupied. Having said that, I’ve stayed in smaller hotels than the accommodation the family uses, and Fergie, the head of family, needs a quadbike to get around the gardens.
              And yes, all the land you can see belongs to the castle/family.
              How the other half lives, eh?

            • Lola
              Jan 29, 2013 @ 11:29:18

              Awesome, I really want to ride a quadbike to get around our garden, too!!! Except that I’d have to ride across the meadow behind our house or someone might strangle me for bulldozing over the flowers. 😀 And I bet even the back third of the righthand wing still has plenty of room. I don’t know how I’d feel about people walking through the rest of my house (well, castle) though. That would probably creep me out.

  9. scienerf
    Jan 28, 2013 @ 12:39:05

    Love your answers too especially the tree and being a cat. I like things like this though I can’t say it taught me much about myself I didn’t already know lol.

    • Lola
      Jan 28, 2013 @ 13:27:48

      Yes, I don’t think I learned anything really brilliant about myself either, but it was fun anyway, to think about what I would be if I were any of those things. 🙂

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  11. Juliet
    Jan 29, 2013 @ 14:31:18

    I just wanted to let you know that I checked out the book you mentioned above. It looks really helpful to me. Thank you for sharing it on here!

    • Lola
      Jan 29, 2013 @ 15:39:10

      Thanks for letting me know, Juliet. I’m glad if you find it helpful. I should probably spend some time working a little more on it, too.

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