Click here to take the Inner Child Test Here's mine: Little Filthy Old Pervert (Perverse Spoiled Dysfunctional Adult) Your inner child is the Little Filthy Old Pervert (PSDA). He's not so bad, though, as far as inner children are concerned. Just give him a park bench and a trenchcoat and he's ready to go. What's more, you could practically hang meat on all of your hang-ups. Phobias, fetishes, anxieties, neurosese... there are so many things happening inside you at once that your inner child is lost in the woods and hunted by wierd psycological animals. He stays hidden so much it's like he's not even there. It's not so much that he's insane, it's just that you're crazy. It's up to you to lure him out with bits of cheese and sugar and get him some rehabilitation. Or stay hunted.
<a href="http://cupid.thespark.com/track.mpl?id=441"> <img src="http://test3.thespark.com/childtest/award/mnif.gif" border=1></a> Old Man Winter Baby (Normal Ignored Functional Adult) Brrrr. Your inner child is Old Man Winter Baby, or an NIFA, blowing cold winds in from the North and freezing all in your path. Your inner chillin' grew up a long time ago, before the sun came and warmed the planet. You are what is known in religious tracts as an "old soul." Your little man in you tends to freeze at the wrong time-- just when what you need is hot buttered action. So try a little tenderness once in a while, huh? Lighten up. The good news is you don't need professional help. Pet a puppy, jazzercise or lick a ripe watermelon and you'll start to feel much, much better.
Your inner child is the Diva of the Sewers (PIDA) --singing songs of a golden era, when people ate dirt and had to sell their limbs for Burger King cash. She is frequently seen drunk at the wheel of your psyche and likes to crash through the plate-glass window of your emotional storefront. Think of what the child of Michael Jackson and Elizabeth Taylor would have been like and you have your girl. Whether you are talented or not at singing doesn't matter. Your inner child is covered in ooze. That matters. The inner-child-computing-device recommends getting your inner child to a celebrity detox center immediately
I'm hopeless when it comes to computers. Li'l Dictator (Normal Spoiled Functional Adult) Your inner child rides you like the hollow donkey that you are, for it is the Li'l Dictator (NSFA). Brutal, cold and demanding, he rules you with an iron diaper. He recites long speeches of your demise, herds the emotions together in detention centers and generally just makes any pleasure you may have punishable by firing squad. In order to help yourself, the first thing you need to do is revolt, coup or all out assasinate the little bugger. Perform psycological warfare on him. You may get lost in the struggle for independence, but future generations will sing your name. Stay away from open balconies, though. He likes to push.
Your inner child is the Odd Little Animal (NIDA) --running through the pastures of your insides, nibbling on grass and licking the insects in your brain. It has a great understanding of these few things, but not much else. In your own mind you are a wunderkind, wearing a cape and sporting mutli-colored stockings. While in reality, you are wearing a cape and multi-colored stockings-- but without all that hero crap. Your little inner beast is normal, mature and dysfunctional-- a bizarre combination that makes for a very furry pelt. So be wary of others looking for a glistening, beautiful new rug to adorn their den. They only want to skin you alive. Do you want to be skinned alive? Fly!
I am.....THE RICH b**** (Perversed Spoiled Functional Adult) Make way for fatty! Your inner child is The Rich b**** (PSFA). She is never seen happy, without jewelry or not adhering to the three D's: Denial, Denial, Denial. If you grinded up your inner child into a fine powder you could make a killing selling your "hypertension dust." Pushiness and perversion mixed with full-functionality makes for an explosive inner child. And, she suffers from all sorts of pyscological clichés too: phobia-fixation, übersuperstition, head castration anxiety and many other "disorders of the mini-self." (These things are typically known as demons.) In terms of help, realizing you have problems is the first step. Then, doing whatever you can to deny that fact is the second. Stay away from QVC, you shiny demon.
<a href="http://cupid.thespark.com/track.mpl?id=441"><img src="http://test3.thespark.com/childtest/award/mnsf.gif" border=1></a> Your inner child rides you like the hollow donkey that you are, for it is the Li'l Dictator (NSFA). Brutal, cold and demanding, he rules you with an iron diaper. He recites long speeches of your demise, herds the emotions together in detention centers and generally just makes any pleasure you may have punishable by firing squad. In order to help yourself, the first thing you need to do is revolt, coup or all out assasinate the little bugger. Perform psycological warfare on him. You may get lost in the struggle for independence, but future generations will sing your name. Stay away from open balconies, though. He likes to push
i cant work this picture thing but... Little Filthy Old Pervert (Perverse Spoiled Dysfunctional Adult) Your inner child is the Little Filthy Old Pervert (PSDA). He's not so bad, though, as far as inner children are concerned. Just give him a park bench and a trenchcoat and he's ready to go. What's more, you could practically hang meat on all of your hang-ups. Phobias, fetishes, anxieties, neurosese... there are so many things happening inside you at once that your inner child is lost in the woods and hunted by wierd psycological animals. He stays hidden so much it's like he's not even there. It's not so much that he's insane, it's just that you're crazy. It's up to you to lure him out with bits of cheese and sugar and get him some rehabilitation. Or stay hunted.
