Ana Kolar had never believed in personality tests. “A person is not a multiple-choice question,” she often told her students at the University of Zagreb. Yet here she was, at forty-three, sitting in a dimly lit café across from a man who claimed he could read her soul through a single sentence.
“I am whatever you need me to be,” he replied. “That is the first lesson of personality psychology: we are not one thing. We are a conversation between many selves.” psihologija licnosti
“I don’t know who I am anymore,” she admitted, stirring her coffee. “Or rather—I know too many who I am. There is the responsible Ana, the one who graded papers on Saturday nights. There is the angry Ana, the one who threw a plate at the wall when Zoran said I was ‘too emotional.’ There is the child Ana, who still hides under the bed when her father raises his voice. And now there is this new Ana—the one with red hair and a death wish.” Ana Kolar had never believed in personality tests