FAVOURITE SAGA

What do you do for fun? Sorry, I don't get. I mean, when you want to unwind, what do you do? Huh.. why does that sound threatening, making me want to run and hide, every single time I hear it. Why are all of you terrorists?

What are your hobbies? I don't have any. How can you not have any hobby?
You're supposed to love singing, and dancing, like you should be able to relate with musical healing and all. You're meant to cherish cooking, making delicious delicacies, you're a woman afterall.
Everyone is supposed to have a favourite right? - a favourite person, a favourite thing, a favourite colour, a favourite movie, a favourite artist, a favourite sport, a favourite car, a favourite phone model, a favourite pet, a favourite poet, a favourite author, a favourite brand of shoes, clothes, wristwatches, sunglasses, plus belt too, yes, so you'd be tushed.
Yes, everybody is supposed to have a favourite one of those to qualify as a normal body. But what happens when you don't. Should you lock up and cry yourself to a comfortless sleep, should you be banned from the social community since you don't seem to be worthy to be among normal humans, or should you be condemned to the "weird"

clique where nobody cool wants to be , scary right.
Need not be. Lemme tell you one little something something, might come in handy. Next time one of those terrorists come with their big bag of questions, and throws one at you- hobbies, favourites and the like...
Just look them straight in the face, or type them straight in the something ... when chatting of course... or go-all-mute straight in the air.. when on call of course, grab your phone, closer, much closer, and..... type, click, play, press away!
At least, there, you succeeded, you got a hobby, a favourite!
My phone, my bae.