- Nothing very much happens, and it happens very slowly.
- You have long discussions (with yourself or with others) about intricate ethical dilemmas. You resolve the ones about simple matters, like colonialism and racism, fairly quickly and to your satisfaction. But it is much more difficult to decide on matters like whether you should spy on your boyfriend to make sure he’s not cheating on you, even though you have no reason to believe that he is.
- You are the most ethical person you know. Everyone is always telling you how ethical you are — after all, you spy on your boyfriend and sometimes complete strangers, all for their own good.
- If you don’t live in Scotland, you live in Botswana. Nothing very much happens here either.
- You are rich, but not one of the vulgar rich. You live comfortably but not luxuriously (by your standards) and you donate generously to charity and to people around you. You do not expect your generous “gifts” to be met with anything but grateful acceptance, even if they have to change their plans to accommodate them.
- Everyone is lovely and polite, except for upwardly mobile, pushy women and men. They are the worst. (And pushy mothers are the absolute worst.)
- You are very interested in classical music, poetry, literature, and art, and of course (see #5), you have the money and time to indulge your tastes.
- You are an intellectual person and not shallow at all — but the biggest reason you like your boyfriend is because he is so pretty.
- You are a very open-minded person. You are just a little concerned about other people’s promiscuous ways and frivolous pastimes. You are also perfectly okay with lower class people, you’re just surprised when someone in your circle wants to marry one.
- Even though your mother died when you were a child and you live in the twenty-first century, you are surprised at the idea that she may have had sex, and maybe even with someone other than your father.
- Everything always ends well. Anything unpleasant only happens to other people.
Sunday, June 07, 2015
How to tell when you are in an Alexander McCall Smith novel
Posted by Unmana at 7:35 pm
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