"What are you into?"

"So...apart from psychology, what are you into?"

I was asked that at a party recently. By one of the husband's new friends. Someone I barely know. Me being me, my first reaction was feeling irked at his assumption. Who was this man to assume I was into psychology :P And having asked me the same evening whether I could read faces, he wasn't exactly on the top of my charts. Well, that being said...his question stumped me. Like a lot of other times in a social situation, I felt completely blank. I did not answer at all. For the sole reason that I could not think of an answer!

Someone then said something else. The conversation steered away from me (to my enormous relief!) and the party went on. Hopefully no one noticed my awkwardness. But the question didn't leave me. What am i into?! I am probably too dull to be passionate about anything. I enjoy a lot of things. Reading. Writing. Watching movies. Humming songs. But am I "into" any of these things? I don't know!

I have been thinking about it ever since. I am into happiness. I am a sucker for laughter and love and pleasure. I don't feel comfortable saying that to an almost stranger. Is that weird?
I love greenery. I love the wind. I love the warmth of sunlight. I love the fresh fragrance of wet mud (even if its from washing a neglected verandah!). I love holi. I love food. I love sleeping. I love cleaning. I love counselling. I love colours. I love hot chocolate. I love a window ledge where I can curl up with a book. I love tapping away on my laptop. I love feeling loved.