I was going to spend my day fulfilling a long list of productive tasks; then I clicked on an ad that took me to this site, and spent my day doing surveys and writing lists instead.

Making myself as physically fit and strong as possible, acquiring as much seemingly useless knowledge as possible, thinking as critically as possible, writing as creatively as possible (except when feeling inhibited due to the knowledge that lots of weird strangers are going to read it and associate it with my face if I dare to put up a pic), intending to become consistently more prolific at most of the foregoing, intending to develop some technical/artistic skills but despairing of being able to do so any time in the near future, intending to learn lots of other languages (grammar first, unthinking fluency second) and thinking it's not impossible in the not-too-distant future if I apply myself to it, earning as little money and keeping my CV as empty as possible, thinking my life would be perfect if I had a love and/or sex and/or social life, thinking I'd be more productive if I had them, thinking that (failing having them) I'd be more productive if I'd been castrated, thinking that I wouldn't actually be passionate about anything if I'd been castrated, wondering whether I'll want to completely revise this profile the next time I look at it, wondering whether there are people out there who are worth socialising with and whether I could stay motivated about anything if I knew for sure that there were none, wondering how the hell one is actually supposed to go about initiating a conversation with someone on a site like this ...

Suspending judgement, being indecisive and stagnant as part of my quest to be perfect and never take a wrong step, lifting tree trunks, doing lots of pull-ups from scaffolding while drunk, annexing and defending territory in mosh-pits, thinking that the whole world's eyes are upon me when none are, forgetting to cut my toenails ...

That I'm cold, aloof, severe, have no interest in talking to them, would probably eat them if they spoke to me, and am best given a wide berth - none of which observations are necessarily accurate in all cases.

Books: Candide, Zadig and L'Ingenu by Voltaire; Twilight of the Idols by Friedrich Nietzsche; The Penguin Book of Restoration Verse; the Roma sub Rosa series by Steven Saylor; the "Uhtred" series by Bernard Cornwell; various history, anthropology and natural history texts ...

Movies and TV: The Four Musketeers, Conan the Barbarian, Excalibur, Every Which Way but Loose, Game On, Jeeves and Wooster, Bottom, Indiana Jones ...

Music: Whitesnake, AC/DC, Motorhead, Steeleye Span, Albion Band, Handel, various rock, heavy metal, folk, country, motown, classical ...

Food: lamb's or duck's (but not ox's, calves' or chicken's) liver, egg yolks (but not whites), plain (but not boring) chocolate, mature (but not mild) cheese, whole (but not skimmed) milk, green (but not yellow) split peas, yellow (but not green) sweet peppers, set (but not runny) honey, braeburn (but not cox's) apples, sockeye (but not farmed) salmon, roasted (but not unroasted) pistachio nuts, straw (but not hay) berries ...

Air, water, sunlight, exogenous ascorbic acid, some other stuff ...

Why I spend so much time thinking and not doing, and why other people act with such a shocking lack of foresight ...

Wishing I were out socialising, and wishing that other people's means of socialising were more worth joining in with.

I'm sure I've already admitted it.

You like me (or if you want to deceive and exploit me).