Furniture & Gender

So we went to IKEA and I got stuff. Yay! Now I only need to unpack all of these things and put them together ... as soon as someone can lend me the tools required for that. Daniel should have the basics, but anything that involves drilling holes into my walls might have to wait until my mother has time to help again. Well. Slow progress is still progress.

When we bought lunch, an employee thought I was a guy. Ha! :D I have no idea how that could have even happened, but it was awesome. Of course my mother immediately corrected her and then jokingly suggested that I should grow my hair long again ... I think she was even trying to reassure me, saying things like "It was only because you looked so serious while you tried to decide what to eat." Oh man. XD I should really find a way to inform her of all the many things that she doesn't know about me ...

This reminds me. A few weeks ago, while I didn't have internet, I walked past a group of teenage girls on my way into town. I got the feeling that they looked at me funny and braced myself for some sort of comment, but none came. At first. Once I'd gone past, I suddenly heard a voice shout after me, "Hey! Are you a boy or a girl?" I barely made it out of earshot before I burst out laughing. Haha. It was quite the puzzle, actually - few of my clothes look extremely feminine or anything, but none are completely unisex, either. You can always tell that they're from the women's department, at the very least. I sincerely doubted it was a genuine question; I figured they were probably just trying to annoy me.

Well, that plan certainly backfired. It made my day. XD

(The words "girl" and "boy" were another source of amusement, of course. Does everyone think I'm underage, or what?! Do I really look that young? Not that I mind.)

It's almost frightening how happy these things make me. I never thought they would, which is why I didn't purposely aim for that effect. If I did anything to make them happen, it wasn't a conscious effort at all. :S