True Neutral
I’ve been taking this blog far too seriously. Okay, I really believe in the importance of philosophy in modern society, and I love writing stuff, and all the crap, but let’s face it that stuff is boring.
Here’s a less serious blog post.
Pottermore, you lost me at Slytherin.
Yep. I entered Pottermore beta almost a year ago. I was sorted into Slytherin. I couldn’t believe it. Me. ME! A Slytherin? Check your algorithms, Sony. I’m a Ravenclaw.
Then again, maybe not.
After a little soul searching, I’ve found that I’m true neutral. If you’re not familiar with the alignment system (a Dungeons & Dragons tool), here’s a good site describing it.
To sum up true neutral in a word: Meh.
Here’s what someone else has to say about it:
A neutral character does what seems to be a good idea. She doesn’t feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil-after all, she would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, she’s not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way.
Some neutral characters, on the other hand, commit themselves philosophically to neutrality. They see good, evil, law, and chaos as prejudices and dangerous extremes. They advocate the middle way of neutrality as the best, most balanced road in the long run.
Neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you act naturally, without prejudice or compulsion.
Neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it represents apathy, indifference, and a lack of conviction.
Here’s a chart:
Back on point, I thought my neutral tendencies, focus on acquiring of knowledge, and strange habit of remembering insignificant facts would get me safely in Ravenclaw. Not the case.
Once upon a time, my patronus was a raven. Now, I believe it’s a velociraptor. She stares down the dementors while my friends’ patroni (that’s the plural, right?) attack from the sides. And, as the dementor is being torn to shreds, he turns to my patronus and mutters,
“Clever girl.”
I have embraced my Slytherclaw status. What house are you in? Better yet, what’s your patronus? Tell me in the comments.
