aging is difficult
Dec. 13th, 2018 06:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7i am officially Old.
so we moved the online department to the store closer to my house, which is also actually in the city and not out in the suburbs like the old location. I love it because i can walk there and like the staff. Mostly the staff is oldish dudes who’ve been there forever. the clientele is great too, it’s not just all cranky old entitled white people, it’s a much more diverse group of people. Also the staff in the evenings tends to be college kids.
this is why i am so Old. the college kids. I get along fine with them, they’re perfectly nice kids for the most part (except when I’m a grouch to them, but like, sometimes you gotta). But yesterday.
One of them came upstairs to get something. I was out in the main room with the light tent taking photos of used equipment. He talked to me for a moment, we had a pleasant conversation.
He was wearing a winter coat and what looked like leggings. Black leggings with dark red roses on them. And I thought, oh, is he uh, is he gender nonconforming, is that the deal? i had no idea. i couldn’t remember his name but iirc it was definitely a Boy Name. in my mind, those were definitely Girl Pants. but maybe boys wear Girl Pants now? you know? I spend a lot of time on the internet and am uncomfortably aware that the internet is way more into gender nonconformity than real life, and you don’t want to like engage people in inappropriately-deep conversations about their sexuality and genderfeels in person, and other things he'd said in our brief acquaintance had really read as "straight dude" to me, and so like...
Later I saw him with his coat off and they were clearly-- well, they were jeans, in styling, but. They were just so tight and insubstantial that with the combo of his winter boots, they looked like leggings.
And I said this with my own mouth to my coworker, I was like, the kids these days! the boys wear jeggings! is that what the kids do now?! and my coworker just looked at me with pity and said, “Girl, we old.”
so we moved the online department to the store closer to my house, which is also actually in the city and not out in the suburbs like the old location. I love it because i can walk there and like the staff. Mostly the staff is oldish dudes who’ve been there forever. the clientele is great too, it’s not just all cranky old entitled white people, it’s a much more diverse group of people. Also the staff in the evenings tends to be college kids.
this is why i am so Old. the college kids. I get along fine with them, they’re perfectly nice kids for the most part (except when I’m a grouch to them, but like, sometimes you gotta). But yesterday.
One of them came upstairs to get something. I was out in the main room with the light tent taking photos of used equipment. He talked to me for a moment, we had a pleasant conversation.
He was wearing a winter coat and what looked like leggings. Black leggings with dark red roses on them. And I thought, oh, is he uh, is he gender nonconforming, is that the deal? i had no idea. i couldn’t remember his name but iirc it was definitely a Boy Name. in my mind, those were definitely Girl Pants. but maybe boys wear Girl Pants now? you know? I spend a lot of time on the internet and am uncomfortably aware that the internet is way more into gender nonconformity than real life, and you don’t want to like engage people in inappropriately-deep conversations about their sexuality and genderfeels in person, and other things he'd said in our brief acquaintance had really read as "straight dude" to me, and so like...
Later I saw him with his coat off and they were clearly-- well, they were jeans, in styling, but. They were just so tight and insubstantial that with the combo of his winter boots, they looked like leggings.
And I said this with my own mouth to my coworker, I was like, the kids these days! the boys wear jeggings! is that what the kids do now?! and my coworker just looked at me with pity and said, “Girl, we old.”
