There's Nothing Believable in Being Honest

Hello. Haven't utelized this pretty baby in quite some time. But today, blogspot, you get to bare witness to some of my strange, slightly mortifying truths.
Earlier tonight I took to tumblr with a mission, I detailed in this post:

"Alright, I’m Going Out on a Limb Here.

Jan 8th at 2AM / 0 notes

I’m posting this at the risk of sounding completely desperate, like I’m dying for interaction or something. But this is for the sake of personal psychology SCIENCE. And, goddamnit, I love me some personal psychology SCIENCE.

So the other day I inadvertently accused me of being an abnormally guarded person. This accusation spawned from a conversation in which I established my discomfort with talking about things I consider “personal” ( my plans for the future, people I find attractive, my health, any kind of personal problem I have/have had, etc. Essentially any topic that isn’t about some fictional thing I’m interested with. And God forbid anyone bring up the subject of feelings. I will shoot down the conversation without a second thought.) Anyway, the people I was conversing with immediately went on to say that whenever these topics are brought fourth in conversation, I either A) skillfully change the subject B) quickly turn the question(s) back around on the asker, C) make some weird parallel to fiction to avoid actually talking about myself in these contexts, or D) revert to some weird/unnecessarily self-deprecating humor to express my distaste for the scenario.

I, naturally, fought this entire accusation vehemently, claiming that it all came down to my general discomfort with other people’s social expectations, which have always felt too high for me. I defended my claim by saying that I am not the same on the internet. On the internet, I still joke around, and skillfully avoid all talk of feelings, but generally I feel I am much more expressive, overall.

But then I started questioning myself. I couldn’t actually figure out if my defense was actually true, or if it were just another diversion-type-thing. It has been bugging me all day, so I finally turned to tumblr for a personal psychology SCIENCE project.

What I am asking you to do is relatively easy (and could potentially be fun… for you… *tugs at collar nervously*)

I want you to go on anon right now and leave me the most invasive, personal questions ever. They can be of any nature. The way it will work is; if I find the question too personal, I’ll reply with N/A. If I can answer it, I’ll answer it. I really just want to gauge the truth in this. Hm.

I’m dead serious. If you do this, I’ll be your best friend forever (actually, that could be potentially difficult since you will, presumably be on anon. But I’ll be your best friend in spirit!) I am just curious. I honestly have no idea how I will react.

Thanks in advance to anyone who responds (If this gets no responses I will be amused)

P.S. I’ll probably delete this whole post tomorrow because I don’t want it clogging up my page with its unattractiveness. Or I might repost it since I have no idea if anyone’s online now. ~Mel"

In response, I got a slew of questions ranging from "eh" to "making me pretty uncomfortable now" (which was the desired effect.)
People who follow my blog (or who talk to me about blogging in real life) know I'm a bit of an annoying tumblr perfectionist, and I told everyone going in that I would most definitely end up deleting/privating posts for the sake of keeping my page "nice". But, there is also another important factor at stake here: honesty. It didn't want to make it look like I had anything to hide, since I DID ask for questions, after all.
So without further adeu, here are all the questions I was asked (and their 100% honest answers.) Do bare in mind some of these are probably a bit TMI. So if you don't think you want to know...

*Clears throat* One celebrity you would shag so hard their brain came out of their ears.

ANON. Bless thee for starting this. (It’s late. I just spent 6 hours chasing after a toddler. I get to say things like bless thee.) And for giving me a question I can handle to begin with. And for using the word “shag” which for some reason I like a lot. Okay. Sorry. Question.

I think I will go with David Fucking Duchovny.

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How often do you shower?

I’m actually disturbingly frequent with showers. Showering is something I insist on doing every 24 hours, pretty much on the dot. Sometimes a few hours less, but never more. I’m a bit of a hygiene nut. I think it’s a manifestation of my hidden germaphobia.

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What are you opinions on teenage pregnancies? What would you do, if you were in the stages/process of became a 'teen mom'?

What do I think of teenage pregnancies? I think they’re unfortunately, but inevitable. I think they’re amazingly preventable with sex education and knowledge of contraceptives. As for what I would do if I found out I was pregnant? Well, first I think I’d drop dead. After that, I’d have to seriously evaluate my position. It really all depends on the scenario. How am I doing financially? Who is the father, and what is his level of involvement? What circumstances led up to this pregnancy to begin with? I am strongly pro-choice. I would definitely evaluate ALL of my options, and made the best, informed decision from there. Fortunately for me I have parents who are extremely supportive of me and have stated on multiple occasions that should I ever find myself in this position (God forbid) they would help me out, whatever my choice was. And it would be 100% my choice. Unfortunately, when it comes to teen pregnancy, there is no real “good” choice. Every option is difficult. That was the long answer to the question. The short answer is: I don’t know.

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Relationship status? Relationship past? (And, would you respond the same way in real-life situations?)

Relationship status = single.

Relationship past = single.

Something that most people do know about me (I make this pretty clear) just from short, painfully awkward conversations, is that I am pretty much aromantic. I don’t mean that in a flaily forever alone kind of way (not that there’s anything with being flaily and forever alone. Flaily, forever alone people are often my favorite.) I mean that in a I-am-legitimately-aromantic (that first definition)-98% -of-the-time (the other 2% is reserved for famous people and fictional characters. God help me and my dorkiness.)

So yeah. Forever romantically alone and totally fine with it. Doesn’t mean I haven’t had my fair share of horrible, repressed-memory teenage awkward experiences in other, sometimes associated, areas. But I’ve never dated anyone and I’m fine with it. *shrugs*

As for whether I would respond the same in real life situations? Probably not. I’d probably turn the question right around to the asker.

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What color are your undergarments?

black.

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Have you ever watched porn just because you wanted to?

Yes. Actually I’ve never been in a scenario when I haven’t watched porn simply because I wanted to. That’s generally why.

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Do you have erotic dreams often?

No. Actually, really, really infrequently. Usually my dreams are stressful and include me having to run, or hide, or find a place, or drive a car (I can’t drive), or operate a microwave, or take care of a forever-screaming/invisible infant, or complete some other kind of daunting task. My brain is a troll. It does not give me the luxury of erotic dreams.

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If you were gay who would you want to shag? (Yes, I will continue to use the word "shag")

If I were gay, I think I would shag Shirley Manson, or anyone who has ever played Lisbeth Salander in a Millennium adaptation (or just Lisbeth Salander if she is an option. *fiction spaz*) I say this because these are all women who I find devastatingly attractive (both physically and personality-wise) in a completely platonic kind of wouldn’t-it-be-awesome-if-I-were-more-like-you sort of way. I guess I can’t really know for sure, but I assume that if I were gay, these feelings would be sexualized.

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Has anyone accidentally walked in on you naked/changing?

Not that I can think of. Not recently at least. About six months ago, someone got the door to a bathroom I was in open about an inch and a half before I screeched “OCCUPIED” and scared her to death (the latch was broken.) I am actually really good at locking things and avoiding these scenarios.

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ANYWAY. Thanks to every anon (or possible one anon, I suppose, who participated.) Made for an interesting night.