I hate lending stuff. Past experience has taught me that you can never be sure if and when you'll get it back, or in what state. The number of books I've lost! But when someone asks me to allow them to use my most prized possessions, I'm too bloody polite to say no.
I'm a push-over. A doormat. A mouse -- so how come this isn't reflected in the outcome of this supposedly ultimate personality quiz?
You care absolutely nothing what other people think, and this somehow attracts people to you. Treat them well, use them wisely, and ascend to your rightful rank.
Hmmm. I read Ayn Rand years ago, back in my uni days. The Fountainhead -- saw the movie as well. It's a story about an architect swimming against the current, sticking his neck out, risking ruin yet persevering in his ideal: to build a modern highrise. I was young and impressionable, so on my first reading of the novel, I thought it was terrifically inspiring. Then I came across the book again some time ago, had nothing better to do, opened it...and couldn't finish it. Really, it's the most utter tripe.