Finally something against identity crisis

These days, during my (admittedly frequent, but short) stopovers at Facebook, there are two things that catch my attention the most:
first, the new layout which seems to give headache not just to me, but to more or less everybody who is using Facebook;
second, the sheer endless amount of "who are you" quizzes that one can play and, thanks to the genious inventor of these games, find out who he/she really is (20 or more years of life didn't seem sufficient for many of us to find out who we really are, or at least who we really aren't).
These quizzes started off some time ago in a quite conservative manner: the "where should you be living" quiz was the first one which I spottet. Not many hours (it's seconds, minutes and hours that count on facebook - days as a concept of time keeping really seem old fashioned compared to the speed in which this "social networking tool" is sucking us all in) passed, before the available quizzes ranged from utter nonsense to nonsense. The eighties for instance seem to be a popular theme for quizzes: already two of that kind have come accross my eyes: "What eighties band are you" and "what eighties wrestler are you". For my part, I know that during the eighties, I was just a child dressed in - by modern day standards - way to colorful dresses, topped by a ponytail that was "modern" by then. Those where my eighties. Quizzes such as "what painting are you" or "what philosopher are you" seem a little attempt to have the academics among us buy into this "who are you" game, too.
But there is also some more useful things one can find out with the help of a little quiz. For instance "what beer are you". That knowing, there will be no no longer embarrassing moments of silence when the barkeeper asks "what beer do you want" and you (in that case, I) stare undecided at the various drafts and bottles behind the bar.
There are also few quite useless quizzes (that top the eighties quizzes), such as "who would be your celebrity boyfriend". I stopped dreaming of becoming a celebrity girl fourteen years ago, when, during a concert of my by then favourite band, the Kelly Family (remember that long haired Hippy family that toured around Europe in the nineties, making everyone believe that life as a family with the same size of a football team can be fun?), the second youngest (and most adored) family member, by the name of Paddy, didn't even look at me when I hysterically tried to scream my way up to the stage (and into his arms)? Since then I know that I am just not made for celebrity boyfriends.
What defenitely adds to the entertaining level of these quizzes are the discussions that erupt like little explosions of outrage once people know what painting they are or what place they should live in (though, the latter one tends, in some cases, to re-awake long forgotten dreams of a life elsewhere...). Once people know who they really "are", they start arguing why they think they "are not" what facebook tells them they "are". After a first re-assessment of the quiz result (all done, of course, in a way that everybody can see result and own re-assessment), friends start adding their own comments: why they think the result fits or doesn't fit to the person, and why they think the re-assessment is right or wrong. And on it goes, until the discussions are satisfied (with a varying degree of satisfaction by the quiz taker and his/her friends who helpfully commented on the result). The next quiz already waits.
Personally, I haven't taken any quiz yet. Even though I would have the time to take quizzes, now that I am on maternity leave and "only" fixing my new flat and my messed up computer, while learning a bit of italian and simply enjoying the spring. Indeed, there are many things which I wonder about myself. For instance, why I am not able to have a normal, harmonic relationship, but very well able to get pregnant (ok ok, the answers to these two questions probably not lie that far apart..). Or why I just got my own flat in South Tyrol, with a wonderful garden, next to the forest and mountains, and yet wish for nothing more than a life abroad? Or why I get anxious when everything works out just fine, whereas I enjoy situations where it's just chaos around me? Knowing that there are too many questions on my mind, for which neither I nor facebook might know the answers, I decided not to take any of these quizzes. At the end of the day, I am who I am, with or without answers.
Concerning the quizzes on facebook, I am waiting for the day when quizzes such as "what toiletpaper are you" or "what fast food are you" are popping up. I promised myself that that will be the day when I will say good bye to my facebook account.