Leech off your rationality and use you to outsmart bigoted Christian acquaintances.

That brief moment of glory when you have informed someone that they are incorrect and you are correct. That said, it's not mainly about the pride and glory. I genuinely DO wish to help people overcome their pet mistakes. A great part of being a grammar/spelling [+ punctuation] Nazi is when people actually appreciate that I've pointed out an error to them.

The train. You overhear the funniest, most unexpected things. You get to play 'Guess Who's Getting Off at Mount Druitt'. It's pretty awesome if it's a crowded train and you're standing right up against someone you find attractive. Train stations vary in their layout and architecture, which I find fascinating. The satisfaction of standing up when you hear the 'next stop' call, and it's your stop. You can talk with friends/family and it won't seem as awkward as talking on a bus. You can read a paper more comfortably than you can on a bus (or so I think). Reading cheesy messages that have been written by hipsters on the train seats. The CityRail Trip Planner is a nice feature. Making 10 out of the carriage numbers. The strange sense of satisfaction I get from following the CityRail map (it was mainly a childhood thing). Awkward yet enticing eye contact with others in the carriage.

There are plenty of negatives as well, but I'll neglect them for now. I love catching trains in my own little way.

All arguments against it stem from bigotry. You're complaining about people forcing you to accept homosexuality? Gee, you must have it REALLY tough. Have you ever considered what it's like being a gay person, having heteronormative ideologies enforced upon you? You don't have to like the idea of homosexuality to realise an unjust inequality exists.

I'm kinda indifferent to it. Sometimes it dawns on me that my name actually is 'Steven'. Like, I'll be sitting down, relaxing, and all of a sudden think "Holy fuck! My name is 'Steven'. I've grown up with that name my whole life!" Do other people ever get that? Or is it just me?

I've never played any of the Pokémon video games, and while I kinda collected the cards back in the day, I never played the official card game. Thus, my decision is based purely on the Pokémon I believe LOOKS the best, aesthetically. For me, that's Gyarados.

Too far, man. Too far.

I'm following you because I want some of your chocolate, and I thought we were going in octagons, not circles.

A bra, because boobs. I hope you were looking for an honest answer!

Both, equally. Remember that cartoon, 'CatDog'? If I could have one of those, I would.

Asking this question to anyone who has hit puberty is like asking an alcoholic "Have you ever drunk alcohol?"

Both, but most commonly a glass.

Robert Paulson.

The butterfly, because "nobody ever suspects the butterfly." (Simpson, 1995)

The written word.

Sure, I spend a fair bit of time on there, but it is not my 'world'. I like communicating with people on there because they are polite, interesting and funny. I'm sorry that my social life is not as glamourous as yours. I really am. Please, allow me to live my life as I wish.

I don't care for either place. There, I said it.

I confess to being weird, and I believe that we're all weird in our own peculiar way. If you have a problem with that, I refuse to change just to suit you or anyone else.

I've never tried, but I'll take a stab and say a pair of maracas.

It's NOT Virginia Woolf. Good guess, though.