judgy

If no one judged, I'd use plastic grocery bags for travel ware, and I'd shave my arms and legs to hide the uneven hair growth. I'd say FUCK with more abandon, probably not tuck in my shirt tail as often.

There's a percentage of expectations of your environmental companions that you want to meet. That you know how to use personal hygiene products, that you interact in some moderated fashion - those things come to mind. And some expectations have more weight, so know *that* shit. If you're too different, there's a risk people moving you to another less-nice box in their minds with other non-conformists, even if those co-non-cons have some standards you definitely do not identify with. It would almost be better not to be in a box at all, but people wanna know what to expect, ergo you are evaluated/judged and boxed (on a per person basis).

It helps to control your weird, because what the fuck if you alienate the one of the few that could handle+enjoy your weird before they got to know your wrinkles and damp spots.

I think the expectation is that when meeting you, people imagine they're seeing some kind of minimal-you, a watered-down version of yourself you let the world see. Maybe they think if you're a little this or that when they first get to know you, you could be a lot more of that if you got to know each other. People judge and create expectations, sometimes putting you in a box that gets enforced every time they have a new piece of info about you that matches their earlier evaluations. Eccentrics are funny on TV but people scare themselves; be yourself, but not too much.

Not sure how much of this is tongue-in-cheek or how much I mean.