I used to be a very uptight child when I was growing up. I think it started around 1986 when I left home and went to boarding school. It was great, trying to have control over everything, and trying to plan things and setting deadlines. And, of course, to project a dignified image (at least in public).Part of that image manipulation happened to be taking cues from the school of Blanche DuBois. As a gentleman, I'd never do THAT! Replace "THAT" with a. wear mesh, b. wear white socks, c. take the last piece of cake, d. be seen in situations which makes me look goofy (carefree?), etc. and you get the picture.
Being uptight had its obvious letdowns too. Emotional intimacy was hard to come by, because I'd sabotage my relationships by striving for "ideal" relationships that would make me invulnerable, and in control.
The picture on top is important only to highlight how I've changed. Ten years ago, I would never set foot in a toy store, let alone pose with a monster (monstrosity?). But I guess I've changed (grown?), and these things do not bother me anymore. I didn't find it cute, but I could learn to appreciate it.
Move over Manolos, time to make room for grown up toys in the closet. As if there weren't enough skeletons and monsters there.
