- When I'm constantly asked if I'm a lesbian and even when I say I'm not, the same folks just assume I'm in denial. I'm just fed up, not angry! I'm secure in who I am and men's clothing is cooler and less revealing (Who wants a Betty Boop shirt when you can have Robocop, Alien or Terminator shirt?). Just because I hate dresses and high heels, like ice hockey and a good, long session of Hitman to the sound of Funker Vogt's cover of "Harvester of Sorrow" doesn't mean I am into girls. Which, if I'm not mistaken, is
the definition of lesbian. Ya
bawheid!
- People that think it's okay to just run up and hug someone. (It kicks off my PTSD something rotten. For your own safety, NEVER pounce on me. Even when I'm in cosplay and you're glomping me. I get flashbacks and somebody could get hurt.)
- Screaming groups of women clustered together and bouncing up and down. You see it a lot on TV and every time I do I wanna launch a couple hundred boots at them all.
- People my age and younger that act older than they are. It's stupid. IMO There's no such thing as "acting like an adult". There's only "acting responsibly". You can still enjoy watching old cartoons, climbing trees, bulding pollow forts and playing hide and seek but know when to stop and be serious when you're EIGHT. And I see plenty of people in their early twenties that are unable to have fun because that's "childish". I'm 24 next week and I still act the same way I did when I was 17. And when I was 17 I behaved like an eleven year old but with more smarts. Hell, most of my friends are teenagers because I can't relate to many people my own age. They have no idea of the joys of pretending your hand's a talking dinosaur, putting a box over your head and pretending to be a spaceship, telling stories about ninjas that have pizzas for heads or looking for face patterns in a Robot Wars bed spread... All things I did when I was 17. And you know what? Screw anybody who can't enjoy that stuff. They haven't lived!
It's also probably why people think I
AM 17 when they look at me. Seriously. My friends keep getting surprised when they find out I'm over half a decade older than they thought. By that logic, I passed for 14 when I first met them, a decade younger than I am now... Creepy.
But then my dad was mistaken for being in his mid to late 30s by paramedics despite, y'know, being
FIFTY. So it kinda runs in my genes.