So, I took a sorting hat quiz today, just for funsies since I stumbled upon it, which claimed (and seemed) pretty in-depth and legit. Much to my shame and chagrin, I was declared a Hufflepuff. Now, I know some people are rather fond of our badger-y friends in the halls down by the kitchens, but I for one am a very strong believer that, other than people who are particularly good finders, the House of Hufflepuff is strictly for people who are not brave enough, smart enough, or 'sly' enough to be placed elsewhere. Simply put, they are leftovers. So, it's easy to see why my personal belief system was having a meltdown over the discovery that I was 100% bland and indistinguishable. Obviously, this quiz had to be wrong. I would prove it. So, including that first test, I proceeded to take ten (yes, my nerd-dom extends that far) sorting tests, to get a fairly good sampling to prove to myself, once and for all, what house I belong to. The results:
Hufflepuff: 4
Gryffindor: 3
Ravenclaw: 3
Slytherin: 0
Shit, still Hufflepuff. I'm going to go drown my sorrows in a bottle of Firewhiskey. But it got me thinking, I don't really know if I would fit in any of the Hogwarts houses. I mean, I'm defiantly not brave (Jesus, take one look at that list of all my fears I posted, I can't even move up a seat at a concert without wanting to hurl) and though I have my moments of evil, I wouldn't say I'm cunning enough to don green lined robes, nor do I think myself clever enough to be a wise old Ravenclaw (for gods sake, look at all the spelling errors in one blog post!). I guess this all goes back to the issues I was bitching about in regards to defining myself. Maybe I've been looking at Hufflepuff wrong this entire time. Maybe Hufflepuffs aren't fails like we've all always kind of assumed. Maybe the Hufflepuff house is just for people who, at age 11, haven't established themselves as heroes, villains, or super geniuses yet. Maybe they're just all trying to FIND themselves...
Nerd food for thought.
