the highly-developed intricacies of social construct provides us with many easily-formed stereotypes - these are fun to observe, uh'sayyy. well, here's what both others and myself have perceived about the way I go about life that could be considered "boy-ish" by some.
- I highly prefer (and only really take actions upon) when the opposite sex puts effort into getting my attention
- I really don't enjoy shopping and most of the environment surrounding it, I get really impatient and want to flee quickly
- I prefer fun toys and artifacts to play with than accessories of things to enhance my appearance
- whenever I got Happy Meals from McDonald's when I was little, I would always ask for the "boy toy" because I always hated/kind of cringed when faced with dolls and liked putting perfectly-fitting stickers on cars to throw around recklessly instead
- I love video games. well, all games really. and out of the plethora of video games offered in the world, my favorite are first-person shooters and Grand Theft Auto...and I play them for extenuated periods of time, very seriously
- I wear clunky black Doc Martens that are very pleasantly broken in due to my hearty adventures in them thus far
- my clothes often apparently give off relatively little to no sex appeal, or may even be misperceived as possibly aggravated and lesbionic.
- I have a secret and significant affinity for extreme sports (I find this peculiar)
- I hate the beach for most common "beach usages", especially the event of "laying out"
- I drive a 2009 white Mustang with black stripes that say Mustang on the sides, a modded dual exhaust, black leather seats and a ridiculous sound system upgrade (and am so aware of it's socially-percieved image of this, but also extremely aware that these particular stereotypes are completely invalid for my ownership of the vehicle - which may have also been a secret reason why I wanted it. I also just really love it nonetheless...)
- I'm intrigued by engineering, mechanics, physics and cars
- I prefer to avoid heels and flats to the best of my ability
- I'm not a fan of cosmetics, and the common scent that permeates pro-cosmetic facilities makes me angry - although I do find it absolutely mandatory that a standard black line of eyeshadow to make me not look sickly is required at all times
- I love steak, bacon, and hearty, standard and kind-of greasy egg sandwiches, and as a carnivore do not usually prefer chicken
- chaos is one of the most amusing things in the world to me
- when I actually do go to the gym, I would so much rather do weight training (obviously not like muscle-man-giant-weightlifting) than cardio on a machine whilst watching a sitcom
- I realized beer may be my preferred alcoholic beverage - or maybe it's just the frequency, convenience, and odd refreshment I seem to be getting out of it lately that's just convincing me of this...
- I function so much more on adrenaline than I ever could on attention (or a need/desire for it)
- I would rather wear completely shapeless oversized clothing than things tightly adhered to my body - not because I'm trying to hide anything, only because it's just so much more enjoyable to occupy space in
- I may have turned into that girl that traverses New York City on a longboard...in combat boots...and on occasion a large fleece poncho
- in most recent times my usage of jewelry has been waning significantly, I've been feeling as if I "see through it" and it's irrelevance to all
- I never really utilized my pierced ears until I gauged them
- I unwillingly get hit on by lesbians more frequently than the average individual, I've observed