@sophia_h I think there was a brief period wherein long noses, long faces, and curly hair were in fashion and got painted a LOT, and so that era is instantly recognizable as a specific thing, especially since they're not particularly fashionable now. But as you say, I don't mind!
@sophia_h Yup! Though I somehow have both a 1940s face (which is easy: pencil skirts & buns!) and a turn-of-the-century face (which is harder: any sort of bouffant makes me look like I'm wearing a costume). Like, this photo of Vanessa Stephen is not far from me: http://beautifulcentury.blogspot.com/2006/10/vanessa-stephen-1900s.html
...I don't *think* you were in the room when I was told I was a dead ringer for Rebecca Hall & didn't know who she was, but maybe I'm mistaken. (I later saw Vicky Christina Barcelona and The Town, so now I understand.)
Regardless of whether or not this is a compliment, I think it's usually a fun conversation. But maybe that's because I get different people every time.
Seven years ago I went to a Harry Potter convention in Salem. It was amazing, and the best part was that the events were set in various venues around town, so going from one to the next required walking through Salem in October.
This whole town is like they took the weirder parts of my brain and built a theme park just for me. Creepy old cemeteries! The Salem Witch Trials! Witches in general! Pirates! (The pirate museum isn't really worth it, as you said, but I bought a necklace with a ship on it in the gift shop that I still wear regularly.) And best of all, a cobblestoned old New England town that is only slightly modernized! I really loved it there and am sad I haven't been back since.
@Bittersweet Whenever I sent thank you notes to my grandmother, the envelope had to be addressed as "Mrs. [Husband's Name]." I thought it was strange since her husband had long since passed (long before I was born, in fact). It took a while for me to realize that maybe she preferred that style not just because she was old-fashioned, but as a way of remembering him.
@A Dolly No! I was terrified of this and just used mousse for years, because one "style" when I was in high school was the crunchy "scrunched" look that I hated. (I was all about ponytails in high school. Also overalls. It was not a good time for me, appearance-wise.) So I avoided gel at all costs. Then a stylist showed me how to do it when I got my hair cut, and now I love it. The trick, as LlamaLlama said, is to put it in when your hair is soaking.
@OhMarie I also like DevaCurl gel! http://www.mydevacurl.com/
ALSO, as I was recently taught, gel is good for curls, especially in thick coarse hair. Put a bunch of it in when your hair is soaking wet - like straight out of the shower - run it through your hair, scrunch scrunch scrunch, air dry or diffuse-blow-dry. Brings out your natural curls, soft but defined, and you can sleep on it and they'll still be in the next day. (This was my problem with mousse: day two was just pouf.)
@LydiaBennett That's a good way of explaining it. This is why I can't hold conversations in loud places: everyone else's conversations get the same amount of attention as the person talking to me, and after a certain point I just can't sustain it anymore. Everything becomes noise.
The sign for me that something might be wrong was the year I started sleeping 13-14 hours a night. I couldn't figure out what was wrong, but I was miserable. Then Someone On The Internet mentioned this was a sign of ADHD, and it was like a lightbulb: the more I read, the more my whole life made sense. I still haven't been diagnosed or medicated, because the university psychiatrist, no doubt used to students trying to get Ritalin for studying purposes, put up so many hurdles that I couldn't motivate myself to get over them. Which seems, actually, like the exact wrong filtering method.
On On Bruises
Take it from a fencer: bruises = pride. I did something that hurt me and came through stronger. (Yes, depending on your weapon, sometimes bruises in fencing mean points lost. But still, if you win, that's something you conquered.)
Granted, I don't bruise THAT easily. I was more prone to gigantic welts up my thigh or the inside of my elbow. But I was glad to walk around in short sleeves, flaunting the raised red lines running up my right arm, saying, when people asked, "Oh, this? Yeah, I play with swords."