How about a little forced introversion?

A girl walked up to me today with a questionnaire, a faltering step and nervous eye contact tell me she doesn't do this very often. "Hi, do you mind if I ask you some questions?", no backstory, straight into it, she definitely isn't doing this because she wants to, I can only imagine the boring teacher who has tasked her kids with finding out useless information about society (either that or her teacher is a commie spy). "Is fashion important to you?" she blurts out, how does she expect me to answer that? We'd all like to think fashion is second nature to us all, I ask her: "can I say maybe?", I mean c'mon, it's not like I go shopping for clothes, but hell, I'll make pajamas look cool if I have to. To my dismay, she doesn't allow me to wank my ego, "sorry only yes or no", well that's great, now I have to pull down my little iron curtain and admit it... or lie "no, no fashion doesn't really mean anything to me", I mean how could it, there's faaaar more people who pay attention to what they wear, it's all relative... right? She scribbles down my first answer, I can safely guess I'm going to have to create a temporary persona to answer the rest of the questions now that I've said I don't care about fashion (look I don't alright, I seriously would go into the city in pajamas, I swear), out pops the next few questions "Do you think fashion has an influence on society", it depends, do you think walking around naked would have an influence on society?. "What does fashion mean to you, expensive, an art collection, or other?", you know I've got to answer expensive, is it a sign of my demographic though? Poor coffee sipping boheme hipster-wanker, who can only afford an annual budget of $0 on clothes? Perhaps I have worked labels up in my head as a direct correlation to money, and we all us coffee sippers know that money is evil, do I really find label clothing to be the bane of society? This girls questionnaire is beginning to reveal more about my personality than I'd like to know I think. So here I'm sat, thinking to myself "this far into the personality profiling she could begin telling me what I was about to answer" and was I right, I could see her holding the pen to the answer she felt was about to be blurted out of my mouth. I thought I was cool, original, digging not caring what the world thought of my look, when here comes an innocent school girl to shatter my delusions! She looks happy as she finishes the last question, with a cute grin says "thanks!" and walks off, proud to be another page closer to going home, "Wait a second" my friend next to me notes, "...she didn't ask me anything!", oblivious to the fact that I have obviously just saved him from soul crushing introversion!