The problem with being simultaneously weird and socially inept is that I don't have any exposure to normal people and consequently don't always have a good grasp of exactly how ludicrously exaggerated my weirdness actually is.
Every so often I'll find myself with a moment of sudden realization that a particular aspect of my normal is, to most people, ludicrous.
Today I had such a moment.
I own a top hat.
And not just any top hat. I own a purple crushed velvet top hat.
Most people will never even wear one of these, much less own one. Even people who own one don't get much use out of them. Admittedly I don't get terribly much use out of mine but it's a favoured prop at some of my shoots.
The only reason I don't wear it as a matter of routine is because tehre is no socially acceptable way for a WOMAN to walk around wearing an accessory that hasn't been a staple of fashion for over a century and that was only worn by men anyway.
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