The following may or may not be from personal experience.
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'Grudge'-ing yourself. A dark room. A mirror. A pale face framed by long dark hair. The resemblance was quite uncanny! For a second... Jumping in the air and screaming like a girl? Uh, I was going for 'comedy value'. Really.
If you have your parasol hung over the crook of your arm whilst thrifting, look out for daft but well-meaning middle-aged ladies who ask if it was in THIS shop that you found your 'cute little umbrella'. You think: I wish. Actually, it cost me £40 to get it shipped to my country from Etsy. (Plus, a lace umbrella would be about as useful as a chocolate teapot.)
When your dad wants a new Stanley knife for Father's Day and you have to send your mother out to buy it in case the shop assistants clock your black attire and think a) you're going to cut yourself or b) you're going to stab someone.
Your friend the graphics designer has a clear out of samples at work and brings you tinsel with bats on. Then is surprised and mildly alarmed by your sheer glee.
You seriously consider having a box of Count Chocula shipped from the USA.
Despite still being in your teens, you've put in an advance request for a pet bat for your 21st birthday. To give your parents time to come to terms with the idea. And find out where the hell one buys a bat.
Having to go to Tesco's to buy sandwiches for work without having time to draw your eyebrows on.
You teasing your dad because his long eyebrows make him look like Dumbledore, then realise that without your eyebrow pencil you're the spitting image of Voldemort... :-/
Spending £45 on a crate - yes, a crate - of Tru Blood drinks for your upcoming vampire dinner party is a perfectly reasonable expense. Even if you only get 12 small bottles for that £45, and four of those were due to a buy-two-get-third-free offer on four-packs.
When an elderly relative says encouragingly, "At least you'll never get raped looking like that." o.O
When photography students stop you at Waterloo Station to take your picture, you feel like a rock star. When random middle-aged ladies drag you out of your workplace to get you to pose for a picture, you feel more than a little alarmed.
Three people in one day ask if your work clothes wouldn't be better suited as eveningwear. You are mystified by the thought of wearing something as simple as a ripped T-shirt and frilly skirt as eveningwear. And you tried so hard to find such a casual outfit amongst a wardrobe that consists of velvet corsets, top hats and feather capes.