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Sigma? Yep.

While researching female personality types, I discovered the sigma female, which is neither alpha or beta but something completely different. Since the description of the personality sounded weirdly so much like me I found an online quiz to determine if I am one, and here are the results:

If you can't read that, here's the copy:

You got: You are a true sigma female!

Based on your options, you are a true sigma female. You are someone who is independent and do not feel any hesitation if you have to go against the social norms. You don't believe in taking validation from others. Although you are introverted, that doesn't deny the fact that you are charismatic.

Mostly true. I have always wanted friends, but evidently I have zero natural ability to make them. Is it a good personality to possess? Not sure; as with any type there are pros and cons.

Pros: I've never gravitated toward groups or group think, which has saved me from a lot of chaos and trouble they can create. I've been able to weather some pretty tough times without falling to pieces (although I came close when I lost my dad.) Although I do appreciate the very few genuine friends I have, I'm pretty sure I could be alone forever and it wouldn't bother me.

Cons: I don't understand the herd mentality, or the desire to be included by others, and that sometimes causes me to inadvertantly offend people who believe we should all belong to the herd. I have a very hard time making friends, and I can count on one hand the people I actually trust. Compliments and admiration from others immediately put me on my guard. I also have zero patience with posers of any variety.

Bottom line, it might be great to be a sigma female if you are one, but I think the alphas and betas don't much like us.

Comments

Maria Zannini saidā€¦
I'd never heard of a sigma personality.
I often describe myself as alpha, though I have no ability at all to rise in social circles. In fact, I avoid them whenever possible. Like you, I have pitifully few people I trust and cherish.

But, I do rise to leadership roles in every job I've ever held. Not because I wanted to lead, but because someone has to do it. If it gets the job done, I'll gladly take charge.

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