Oh gosh. Tons of things...
- Lack of concern about my appearance...no, I won't say that, I'll say not being obsessed with my appearance, because I seriously think that's what my mother expects girls and women to be like.
- Not looking people in the eye when I talked to them - my mother thought it looked 'dishonest'. (She had, and still has, this real searching glare too. Made me feel like I was under a microscope. And she had this habit of yanking me in front of a mirror to 'look at yourself!' which didn't help.)
- What I did when people gave me stuff. I recall several instances where adult friends of my parents gave me gifts they knew I'd like because they fitted in with my obsessions at the time, and I'd thank them and then proceed to show them the rest of my collection, and for that I'd get told off for appearing 'ungrateful' - implying that I was somehow saying the stuff I already had was nicer than the gift they'd given me, which wasn't what I meant at all.
- Wanting to spend time alone. When I lived at home I was always being made to stay downstairs watching TV with the folks, even when it didn't interest me, when I'd rather be doing things up in my room.
- Reading books in company - in fact, reading at all. My mother still thinks I 'read too much'.
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"Grunge? Isn't that some gross shade of greenish orange?"