How Big Of A Taylor Swift Fan Are You?

Like the post and tell my family.

Fangirl on social media for hours while squealing up in my room!

Scroll past the post.

Try to get the album leaked. I must hear it NOW!

Scream out of anger. Not another album!

Walk right past her, but wave.

Cry and get an autograph.

Run away screaming.

Follow her.

Hug her and ask for an autograph and selfie.

I would tell them off.

I would hug them.

I would laugh if it was funny.

I would track them down and toilet paper their house.

I would just walk past them.

Comment on his Instagram page repetitively about how he'd better treat her right.

Shrug it off. So what? It's her life, I don't care.

Get super shocked and happy for them!

Go on and on about how she's a serial dater and how that guy just bought a one way ticket to a nasty break up song.

Think, "Aww, that's cute."

Say, "Me too!" and smile.

Ask them how in heck they could ever possibly stand her?

Get super shocked and immediately feel like we have a special bond.

Say, "Okay, cool." and how it's relevant.

Fall in love with them.

Buy it and wear it every single day.

Walk past it without even considering buying it.

Buy it.

Take a picture.

Gag at the very sight of it.

Get all hyped up because not only is it pretty, but NEW HAIRCUT MEANS NEW ERA!!

Think that it looks very beautiful and move on.

Get the same one.

Think of the pure hideousness of it.

Consider whether you think it's cute or not, and be done with the situation.

Wonder if you'll like it or not.

My ears are bleeding already.

Try to find something to look forward to about it.

Think, "Well, that's an odd choice."

Get an education on techno music and camp outside Target until it comes out.

Skim, it but don't buy it.

Um, buy it. What else?

Roll my eyes at how big of a lie it is that she's a "good role model."

Buy the magazine staring at the pictures and reading every word over and over.

Try not to look at it, because it makes you feel uncomfortable.

Delete my account.

Wonder why she'd bother to like one of my posts, because my account has nothing about Taylor Swift on it.

Scream and fangirl and dance around my room.

Think about how sweet it is that she takes the time to like her fan's posts, and feel lucky that she liked mine.

Take that as an invitation to her house.