What Is Your Animal Personality?
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Sundays are stupid days, but they're better than Mondays.

Graffiti: a form of art, or a form of destruction?

Depression: an ailment, or an excuse?

Friends: for comfort, or for pretence?

Smoking: addiction, or hobby?

Expectations: a way to excel, or a way to utter impairment?

Coffee: a detremental drug, or a natural antidote?

Love: a feeling, or a state of mind?

Poetry: a vent for inexplicable feelings, or an expemtion for those who cannot write more than fifteen words?

Mobile Phones: bringing us closer together, or giving us plausible excuses not to see each other?

Books: an form escapism, or a form of distraction?

On-line Journals: a way of indirectly seeking attention, or a way of identifying with other people?

Or maybe just a cheaper, more effective psychologist...

Sometimes I wish that you could skip this part of online life. The part where you join something new and are then expected to write something amazing about yourself so that the people around you don't lose interest. Or write something inanely vital, like how many fish you've eaten in the last 6 months, just so people can place you somewhere on their hierarchy.

So if you were to skip it completely, where would you end up?
Right here.
Telling people you don't know your inner most deepest thoughts that you might not even tell someone you've known your entire life.

And it's weird. But it's kinda cool too.

And then you cross your fingers and hope that people will accept you for who you are, and not for how many fish you've eaten.