when you get to read an essay made by a stranger about herself you begin to imagine what she looks like. what her house is like, does she have any pets. you start to care about her story. especially if she is a mother with two adorable children that inspires her to keep working. especially if she wants to alleviate rural poverty and cares so much about the marginalized sector of our society. makes you all mushy and you want to wish her nice things.
then you read her NEO-PIR results and you tell yourself "Boy is she a fuckedupbasketcase"
you smugfaced basturd you