one way to freak the fuck out of a date: tell them youre actually six people

According to the 90 question test in the introduction to "what color is your aura" -the book i sat on a used book store floor reading for an hour last week - im equal parts five lightcolors. the author swears every one is ONLY ONE. sometimes there are internal and external rings of light. but thats rare and usually because of a life changing trauma of massive proportions. but i did the math twice and there is no way around it. i come out to a poop brown.
this is not the first time ive flown in the face of an ancient art of telling-you-who-you-are-because-you-cant-figure-it-out. i defy palm readers, i once had my cards read and blew the woman out of the water, it doesnt matter if mars is in my venus, or plutos in the house shit never makes sense when it comes to me. and why should it? my rational 90 percent knows the only way to know thyself is turn off the music and listen... and yet, im wierdly determined to try it all, fixated on finding a system that will somehow make sense of the chaos.
ive always had a suspicion that i've got more than one guest in the old upstairs hostel - something beyond voices, beyond the average self-conscious person's running inner commentary. also beyond the average hormonal bitches mood swings. all of which have been suggested by well meaning and somewhat uncomfortable friends.