We've been invited to the 18th birthday party of someone we know, and she's decided to theme it as a masquerade thing.
This has meant Herself gently chivvying me into looking at these things and getting one to wear so as not to be a party pooper
And I've discovered something about myself - those things really shit me up. I've no idea why - looking at them, there's a slightly sinister look, but they shouldn't leave a big strong grown man with no known hangups with an acid knot in the pit of the stomach, and a desperate urge to leave the room, using violence if necessary!
Herself admits that there's a slightly sinister undertone to them, but is as perplexed by my reaction as I am. So I thought I'd ask the urbans - are these things scary, or am I just a bit of a wuss? Or both.
This is the kind of thing I'm talking about:
Brrr . The thought of a room full of people dressed like that is a deeply unpleasant one.
This has meant Herself gently chivvying me into looking at these things and getting one to wear so as not to be a party pooper
And I've discovered something about myself - those things really shit me up. I've no idea why - looking at them, there's a slightly sinister look, but they shouldn't leave a big strong grown man with no known hangups with an acid knot in the pit of the stomach, and a desperate urge to leave the room, using violence if necessary!
Herself admits that there's a slightly sinister undertone to them, but is as perplexed by my reaction as I am. So I thought I'd ask the urbans - are these things scary, or am I just a bit of a wuss? Or both.
This is the kind of thing I'm talking about:
Brrr . The thought of a room full of people dressed like that is a deeply unpleasant one.