Trivialities...

...because I can. The questions are taken from an image I encountered on WeHeartIt while browsing in search of a particular picture.

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You sit in your towel after a shower because you are too lazy to get dressed.

I see no point in hogging the bathroom merely to be able to sit on the floor in nothing but my own skin, and there is no way I will be wandering around the house wrapped in a bath towel; there is not enough coverage in most towels for a person of my length, and flashing people has never been on my agenda. Also, showering is generally one task sandwiched between others. Once I am clean, it is time to cross it off and move on to the next thing on the list.


You and your best friend say just one word before cracking up.

There are those words, yes. Pie would be one of them.


You hate it when one string on your hoodie is longer than the other.

It drives my brain nuts. Like a dog trying to chase his tail and never catching it, because no matter how much I tug they will not stay even, and I despise unintentionally uneven clothing items.


You hate when people think you like someone who you clearly don't.

People are crush-happy and altogether too ready to pair couples, and a girl learns early that her best weapon against that tendency is diffidence. So, unless that misunderstanding means they attempt to interfere with my life in order to compel me to interact pointlessly with that person, or assume that taking liberties with my schedule in order to put me in company with that person is an awesome idea, I experience nothing but mild annoyance at the foolishness of popular opinion.


You hate when your favourite song comes on as you pull into the driveway.

Only if I have to get out of the vehicle immediately without finishing it; otherwise, it is not a big deal.


You feel as if turning on the lights will keep you safe.

Not at all. I prefer to turn them off and curl up in a corner; if the lights are on at two in the morning and I am not curled in a corner or lying on the floor behind something, I feel exposed.


You push the little buttons on the lids of fast food drinks.

Every time, until some time last year. Now I only do it when my hands want to fiddle, and when I have a lid handy.


You hate it when your parents get serious about something funny you said.

There are certainly more appropriate times to attempt to verbally convey a life lesson.


You pretend to sleep when your parents come in.

Who, me? Never. However, I have no ability to do so at this point, so the sarcasm of that answer is rendered rather otiose...


You hate when you're going somewhere and are stuck behind a slow walker.

It makes things awkward, admittedly. "Should I speed up and go around you, or should I wait patiently and not call attention to the fact that you're just so stinkin' slow? Oh, it's a narrow hallway? Well, um, till the next open space... Oh, right. I hasten my step and you speed up too. This is working so well." Cue sweat drop. "Hang it all; I'll jog. See you later!"


You are always tired no matter how much sleep you get.

You mean there are other options? Like feeling rejuvenated when you wake? Wow, I couldn't have guessed.


You are obsessed with a certain celebrity or several celebrities.

Nope. Sorry. They bore me, taking themselves as seriously as they do and parading their lives before the world as if every foolish detail merited publishing to an idol-starved audience. Granted, the culture has created the problem, but the blame will still appear to fall first on the shoulders of those who allow the flaunting of even their intimacies for the greedy eyes of those who are too consumed with watching others to make decent effort at living their own lives.

However, when it comes to enjoying the screen presence and off-script wit of Tom Hiddleston... Obsessed, no. Fangirl? Unquestionably. He's good, very good, and I have yet to be disappointed by him.

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Yes, this is a random post. No, I was not bored; I am never bored. This was merely a case of a whelming urge to answer idiotic questions in public and ramble a bit on meaningless topics, and now that I have satisfied the urge, I retire to pursue more beneficial occupation. If you actually took the time to read this post, then I do hope that it entertained you; if you did not, I applaud you for filtering your reading material so stringently. The rest of the world would benefit from your discipline and intellectual elitism.