Interests? You're not... hm.
Surely, there are things you enjoy doing? Things that define you? As the words stare back at you through the artificial glow of the screen, your answering silence stretches on and on and on, far past the point of normalcy and sinking deeply into awkwardness.
Nothing comes to you. Nothing at all. Your bloodpusher speeds up and you remain incapable of answering a simple, inane question.