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Going to a school which nicknames you,"That gay devil-worshipping freak that dyed his hair purple". |
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People ask you things like,"What's so funny", and "What prescription are you on?" |
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Wearing a black turtleneck in the middle of summer. |
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Having to reach for the salt with one hand while holding back your sleeve with the other so it doesn't drag in the gravy. |
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Trying to find your passessions in an all black room. |
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Being asked to defend your entire existence in 30 seconds or less. |
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Having little kids tug on their parents sleeves and say,"Look Mummy-I want to look just like her!",while the parent grabs the child and legs it. |
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Trying to wash dishes with those flowy sleeves. |
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Going out in winter and having all the metal stuff you're wearing freeze against your skin. |
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Returning home from clubbing the next day on a train full of businessmen. |
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Trying to buy mundane clothes to go out job hunting in and not being able to bring yourself to buy anything with colour. |
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Not being able to climb really small stairs because the pointy toes on your shoes stick out so far you can't get your actual toes on the steps. |
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Attempting to explain goth to someone who has no familiarity with any reference you manage to come up with. |
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Driving in a rather large cloak. |
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Getting other peoples black eyeliner smudges off your face from greeting hugs at the club. |
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Wearing that ultra cool pewter cross you just bought to the club,then spinning and knocking yourself silly while dancing,then trying to nonchalantly check your forehead for blood while still dancing. |
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Having to tell your clothes apart basically by fabric only,eg"Hand me that black shirt", "Uh-which one?" |
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Wanting to go out and play in the rain but fearing it'll ruin your hair. |
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Finding that your cape gets in the way of your cleaning tools when going to work at the graveyard. |
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Trying to keep your white makeup on at hot summer festivals. |
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Accidently kicking things and having parts fly off because you're wearing steel toed boots. |
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Brushing against walls and having chips fly off because of your spiked bracelet. |
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Being the focal point in any photo taken with normals. |
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When it's winter-your nose is always red no matter how much white makeup you have on. |
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Trying to explain to people that the scars up and down your arms are actually from your cat. |
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