Our mind is a complex and multifaceted mechanism; sometimes we don’t even know what our own personality hides. However, you can uncover the traits and secrets of your personality in a simple way: just trust your intuition and choose the first thing you see in these pictures.
Upstairs or downstairs?
- Cat heading upstairs: You don’t pay attention to details. You’re probably a little bit messy and naive. You believe in everything you see and this makes you love life.
- Cat heading downstairs: You are an attentive person and have good intuition. You pay a lot of attention to detail and like a challenge.
An old lady or a young woman?
- An old lady: You’re an experienced person. You have a critical mind, and you analyze life from every point of view.
- A young woman: You are an optimist and impulsive. You’re also happy.
What animal do you see first?
- The bull
If you noticed a bull, that means you have confidence in yourself and your actions. Being mysterious to other people makes you feel delight. However, you cannot stand it when people perpetuate lies and hypocrisy. As you have a strong sense of justice, you always try to do what’s right.
- The horse
If the horse first caught your attention you are a natural leader. You are sensitive to others and willing to put their needs first. People look up to you for your determination and your perseverance. You maintain calmness and reasonable thinking in any situation.
- The bear
Seeing a bear signifies that you are the empathetic type. You listen to the anxieties of others and make them feel safe. People don’t feel judged by you. You’re a great caretaker.
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Neighbor Wouldn’t Turn Off His Bright Floodlights at Night, I Deftly Managed the Situation and Maintained Harmony
When my neighbor wouldn’t turn off his bright floodlights at night, my husband and I needed a clever solution to keep the peace.
When the Thompsons moved in next door, they seemed friendly. My wife, Gia, and Susan, the neighbor, quickly bonded while chatting over unpacked boxes. We thought we finally had some neighbors our age to socialize with. Mark, the husband, was often away for work, while Susan stayed home and had a long list of phobias, including fear of the dark, thunderstorms, snakes, clowns, and spiders.
As time passed, Susan’s fear of the dark created an issue that affected Gia and me. Their floodlights, installed soon after they moved in, were excessively bright, like those outside prisons. Gia joked that they could probably be seen from space.
Despite our attempts to address the issue, Susan insisted she needed the lights on for safety when Mark was away. We tried thick curtains and rearranging our bedroom, but nothing helped. After a week of sleepless nights, I approached Susan, asking her to turn off the floodlights after midnight, as they shined directly into our bedroom. She explained her need for safety and refused my suggestion to install a timer.
After several attempts to reason with her and Mark, who felt similarly protective of Susan, we continued to lose sleep. Frustrated, I considered drastic measures, like unscrewing the bulbs or using a pellet gun, but Gia reminded me to stay calm. Instead, she suggested a harmless plan while she and Susan went out for nails.
The next day, I climbed a ladder and slightly unscrewed each bulb to disrupt the connection. That night, when Susan turned on the lights, they flickered and went out. Gia and I finally enjoyed peaceful sleep. Surprisingly, days turned into weeks, and the lights stayed off.
However, one day, I saw Mark fixing the bulbs again. The floodlights blazed back to life that night, and I knew I had to repeat my trick. This cycle continued for months—every time Mark tightened the bulbs, I loosened them.
Then one Saturday, as I trimmed the hedges, Mark approached me. He mentioned his floodlights kept going out, and I managed to keep a straight face while agreeing it might be due to vibrations from the street. I suggested he could leave them off, and he seemed to consider it. After that conversation, Gia and I enjoyed our peaceful, dark evenings once again.
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