It was cold at work so I wore my leather jacket in the back room the other day and my coworker commented on how I must breathe “badassitude” in the winter. And all I could think of was the fact that when it gets cold out the only thing I ever wear is a gigantic totoro onesie.
I made a post on facebook today that went a little something like this: “Had a friend ask me to open her concealer for her. She then proceeded to silently judge me as I struggled to pry it open for a good five minutes. The androgyny wasn’t just a phase okay?! I’m terrible at this girl makeup war paint sort of stuff.”
My father’s response: “If a girl asked me to open a concealer, I’d pull the pin on a smoke grenade.”
At least now I know just exactly where it is my misunderstanding of general social constructs comes from.
It always takes me about .3 seconds of me trying to color anything before I remember that I actually have no freaking clue how to do that at all. Its really just endless hours of me splashing paint around and hoping I can use enough textures and gradients to pretend that I know what I’m doing.