This thread led me back to some of my ‘scores’ on one of the paid services.
According to this site, I’m very, very likely to be a tall, dark-eyed, left-handed, schizophrenic lesbian with a cleft lip. Who naps every day. Has Tourette’s syndrome and a gambling problem. Let’s not even talk about my thin cerebral cortex or brain groove width. Ugh! Oh, and I die of Covid-19 or Mad Cow Disease, probably any day now. But mosquitos don’t like me, so there’s that.
Wait, wait, it appears I’m genetically resistant to the Mad Cow. But my bone mineral density score is so low I’m like a sock monkey doll.
I may be a super-ager, but I’m so schizophrenic I may have just made that up. My brain volume is sub-par, no wait, it’s above average! Luckily I’m in the 0th percentile for psychosis. Tell that to Diego, my ayahuasca guru.
I’m an extravert. OMG, I’m lonely! But then I live in the second least populated country on earth. By choice. Because I’m an anti-social, depressed, schizophrenic?
I have PTSD! I was held at gunpoint once by teenage Ethiopian pastoralists trying to shake me down for the equivalent of USD$1. I pretty much knew there were no bullets in their AK’s. Does that count?
Genetically, I have a very low risk tolerance.
Average higher intelligence score? Screw you, Nebula. I’m so depressed. Because, you know, it’s genetic.
100th percentile for insomnia? That’s gonna keep me up nights. Which I already am. Or maybe it’s just the kidney stones.
I’ll keep the gene reports for thinness, no visceral adiposity and high vitamin D, thank you very much. 