Ooh, I found these ones really hard!

14. A hobby you have/find interesting that other people bother you over/make fun of.

Hmm most hobbies I have I think people okay with… does atheism/anti-theism count as a hobby? I’m asked so many times why I care about it so much, like “why do you always talk about religion if you don’t believe in it, why can’t you just live and let live, why are you always looking for the problems with religion” etc etc ad nauseum. It is something I have invested a lot of time in and find fascinating. Perhaps a third of this blog is atheism-related, I went overseas to attend the Global Atheist Convention, and I can’t even see my friends’ posts on my Facebook feed anymore: all the atheist pages I follow have taken over xD

16. Something in school you hating doing and it felt like everyone else loved.

Um…going? xD But I guess I wasn’t the only one who didn’t enjoy it. One thing that springs to mind is the couple of months (and honestly sometimes it was more than six months) before our school dance or ball, how everyone would just talk and talk about it… are you getting a corsage, who are you taking, what are you wearing, what are you doing before/after, where are you getting your makeup/hair done, did you hear about so-and-so who is taking whats-his-name… god, it was just this perfect picture of my school: privileged rich white girls living in their own little box, with nothing better to talk about. (This is very harsh, obviously there were some lovely people and I did participate in the ball discussions myself, but yeah, this was definitely running through my mind. The dances themselves I enjoyed ^.^)

20. Free rant on whatever grinds your gears at the moment.

Ooh I was actually writing a post about this last night that I saved to drafts but I might as well put it in this ask :) [TW: SELF HARM] Here it is:

Why the fuck are you commenting on something wrong with my body that I am obviously hyper-aware of? The next time someone points out the self-inflicted scars on my arms, and I’m going to act all surprised and say, “Holy shit! You’re right! Where did those come from? I’ve never seen them before?”

Do you point out when someone has a visible pimple or mole? Do I have to remind you that it’s fucking rude to blatantly point out differences in someone? I can forgive you if you’re five years old and at the, “are you pregnant or just really fat” stage where you ask rude things because you don’t know any better, but FUCK, the amount of teenagers and adults who think it is always appropriate to tell me that my arms are scarred, what the fuck is wrong with you? 

I was okay wearing short-sleeved tops until people like YOU broke down my confidence and now I am terrified to wear singlets. But gee, it’s only my self-confidence, obviously your intrusive curiosity is sooo much more important!

/end rant

Thank you for asking! x