They Say The Secret To Your Personality Is The Length Of This Finger. Mine’s Eerily True!

It seems like every time I turn around, science announces some bizarre, and often unpleasant, discovery.

But for the first time in a long while, science has brought forth findings that are not only pleasant, they’re downright fun.

To see what your fingers say about you, straighten out your left hand and compare it to the images below. Hand “A” means your ring finger is longer than your index finger. Hand “B” means your index finger is longer than your ring finger. Hand “C” means your ring and index finger are the same length.

Hand “A” means you are charming!

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Do others often flirt with you, or respond well to your flirtations? It’s probably because your ring finger is longer than your index finger.

You ooze with confidence and charm, so you tend to take more risks — and they often pay off handsomely. Some might say you can be a bit aggressive, but if you know what you want, why not go for it?

Hand “B” means you’re a natural leader!

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Would you consider yourself a confident, take-charge kind of person? If your index finger is longer than your ring finger, then your answer should be “heck yes!”

Hand “C” means you’re a good communicator!

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Are people always telling you their deepest secrets, even if you don’t know them very well? It’s probably because your ring finger and index finger are the exact same length.

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