As someone who is genetically predisposed to becoming bald, I am a lazy slob when it comes to taking care of my hair.
I rarely brush in the mornings much to the chagrin of my dad (every one of his male relatives and himself are bald or balding, yes. He used to have long 70's hair before he started to lose hair as a teenager to boot).
My hair is usually kept short and spiky. It's uncanny as this is how my hair naturally is, spiked up. I've got baby photos to prove it!
At some points during childhood, my parents made me get bowl cut but it always returns to the spikes. In my early teenage years, I tried to get a different style by keeping it long but it looked like a mop and kept getting into my eyes.
So, back to the spikes it was. Even with my arguably receding hair-line that the short hair so visibly exposes, I am content with the practicality and ventilating properties of the hair. It does get cold in winter though.

P.S. I voted kinda important. This is the easiest and 'most natural' for me after all. Other styles, well, my hair's a bit too short for that, although I wouldn't mind. Anyway, I'm going bald.

You are climbing mount Everest and you are running low on oxygen. The climb is slippery and there is a strong wind pushing you from your left side. Your companion is carefully assisting your climb using the tough ropes hooked on to you.

A few metres up, you signal to your companion that you're taking a break. Taking out the musical technological gizmo of your choice, you try to relax a little as you rest on those cold rocks.

At one point, the rocks below you come loose and one of the metal pegs anchoring the ropes is detached. As a result, you find yourself with a loose link to your companion. A few seconds later, the destabilised rocks fall off completely and you lose grip and fall. Luckily, your brave companion mightily grabs hold of the ropes and keeps you dangling precariously at the end of the rope.
Seizing the opportunity, you sing: SPIDERMAN! SPIDERMAN! DOES WHATEVER A SPIDERMAN C--

You are abruptly interrupted as the vibration of your voice causes a rockslide which sends the itsy-bitsy spiders down the wall.

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Sometimes, incredible words come out to describe food.

I'd like to declare that this post shows my opinion on the matter as a believer. I am NOT saying that this 'should be the default' in any manner and I tried to stay as objective as possible. As much as I'd like to share God's love (my God's love, if you prefer), I don't think that this is the time.

The reason why people have beliefs draws on the nature of humans: fear and hope. Who/What am I supposed to turn to when all my fears are unsurmountable? Do I trust that my problems will be dealt with?

Atheists, in general, would think that those questions are utterly redundant. After all, the atheist would not rely on any higher beings and would solve their problems on their own. And this would seem to be an indicator of 'extreme' confidence, whether or not the person is actually that confident.
Now, if you see an extremely open and confident person and you are the 'normal fearing person', what would you think? Jealousy, perhaps. Maybe you would scoff at the arrogance and hence, question their 'humanity' or 'reasons'. Maybe you would admire the person.
The point is that, upon seeing someone who apparently defies the primal emotion of fear, people would see the individual as 'special', which is why atheism is very noticeable. Similarly, a person who apparently defies fear through religion would also seem special and may be venerated.

I suppose that our initial reason to believe in this world stems from those primal desires of conquering our fears. From what I understand of the question, it is asking what the most basic of humans with all of the primal emotions intact, the control in vaguely scientific terms and not necessarily the normal average person in society, should believe. If we consider fear to be one of those emotions bound to the human being, then a belief in a more powerful being to ask for help would 'normally' happen.

EDIT: Hehe, yes, I may have went a little off topic now that I see that 'the norm in society' is the main question here. (Correct me again if I'm wrong)

Those days, and especially in the increasingly secular world, I've grown a habit of assuming that any stranger I meet would be somewhat agnostic. However, I actually ask what their beliefs are before conversing about religion and culture. Those conversations seem to be less 'socially acceptable' nowadays though and I tend to be hesitant before talking about it, regrettably.

So, I would very much prefer that society allows free discussion of religious matters, which it does to a degree, but as I've explained above, some people may spite the atheist.
My personal 'ideal norm' would be the belief in God, which would fall under 'monotheism'.

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I've heard of people sitting on their toilets and poopi-- typing away. I don't know how they do it but that's nasty. I wonder if anyone *hunts figs* on their *thrones*, if you *catch my drift* . . .

Toilet humour hehehehehe

I don't deny that Clannad is one hell of an emotional ride. HOWEVER, I felt that it was more uplifting overall and does not quite fit my definition of sad or depressing. But I know what you mean.
Series that fit my bill for depressing include Cowboy Bebop and Trigun. They create a lingering feeling that has more impact for me.
Anyways, I'll let the thinkiness go to the toilets.
I voted 'other' by the way.

Right, this was quite an annoying dream.
I was taken back in time when I still had braces for my teeth. Because I had a massive edged weapon of unknown origin in my hands, I naturally proceeded to picking on my metallic friends on my teeth with this giant thing.
Then I broke one of the braces, chopped it right from my tooth. I knew how that felt (very uncomfortable) as I have broken my braces in a similar manner in the past ( except for the giant weapon bit).
But, along with the uncomfortability, a disembodied female voice started speaking to me. It was just some gibberish strings of syllables but then, a rhythmic bass sound started to grow louder, just like the type of sound you hear at loud parties and such. As the sound grew louder, the voice began to hum with the rhythm.
I am not so sure why I got so annoyed. It could be that it sounded like a mosquito buzzing around or something similar.

So, I woke up irritated but physically fine as I had a good 9 hours of sleep. Cheers to that. ~w~

Well, I've devised a way (mine) to work out 'how much' food you are, since we *all* know that *everybody* has *all* the types except that there is a *dominant* one *etc.* etc.* :)

On a scale of 1 to 10:
Steak- How much bullcrap can you make?
Cake- How long do you stay flavoursome?
Crab- How much do you like to pinch and dig holes?
Apple- What is the length of your 'stalk'? ... I'm sorry (pervert), I mean how far can you reach... with your stalk... or seeds... (not better)...?

The highest number(s) is/are your dominant food(s) and you obtain the delightful label of the same name as the food.
By those scales, I think I'm a crab.

Take another step to the side and climb. There are many paths to take.
Maybe you don't have to reach the top.
But giving up is a boring path, so avoid it. Keep moving.
Each step helps.