Sorry Jessi.
I don't know if this will help but there are two "believe it or nots" about transition. One; once we start, almost all of us get there. Usually to a more endurable state by far. It is just outlasting the storm. Two; for most of us, the grass actually IS greener on the other side.
So on to strange things to get used to.
Hmmm... There are a few.
Pockets. Seriously, what happened to pockets? I mostly wear dresses or skirts so maybe once every two or three weeks I am wearing something that has pockets. Even if I wear pants though, again I ask, What Happened To Pockets?!?! They are so small! If I put my phone in the back pocket I have to worry about it falling out every time I go to the bathroom, no matter what pocket I use I can only fit half my phone into it. This particular phenomenon is not so bad, I have a bag or 4 that I can put all of my stuff in.
Sometimes a pocket would be nice though.
There are 7 days to every week but I need a minimum of 8 pair of shoes to survive a week. I am not well taught in algebra or whatever but even I can tell the math doesn't add up.
Really though I have to agree with Harley, attention. I guess that in a way I have gotten used to stares, well from women anyway. You can check my logic but I figure it this way. I look at women all the time, what they are wearing, oh my god those shoes!, I wonder how hard it would be to do my hair like that, sheesh
where did she find that guy? Hot guys-r-us? Is there a website or app or something? She is not that much prettier than me, maybe I could find his not as hot cousin? Sigh, not always proud of my thoughts.
It is so pointless to wonder what people are thinking that I have to just assume that other women are thinking about the same thing that I am. I would go bananas otherwise.
Men though are completely different. I mean I get it, I stand out. Tall, usually in a dress or skirt, long curly hair and don't judge, don't wear a bra. Now, I assume that it is something like false advertising to men, I am nothing special. That they see me and something in their Neanderthal, crotch scratching, chest thumping brain wakes up and goes Ooooo! and a moment later they get a closer look at the real me and go Awww! Truthfully though, transition has not given me any greater insight into a man's thinking so I don't know what is going on in there. Here is the strange however, why do so many if them turn into the most macho dude in the world or a little boy when they talk to me? Sometimes both!? I just don't understand the attention. My one boss will not leave me alone, he is either picking on me or trying to help me ALL THE TIME! Took a friend to the doctor this past week, I felt like I was back in high school. This 50+ year old surgeon follows us back to where the nurse has a little more paperwork to finish, he is bragging a little, talking big and bad a little, fidgeting a lot until the nurse tells him to go away until she is done. He is waiting for us with the receptionist and again he is being just annoying enough that she finally rolls her eyes, turns around and asks him if he needs a valium. Then she apologizes to me. Why apologize to me? That is what is strange for me and is hard to get used to. I used to listen to their stories now they tell me about themselves, god that is awesome though! Just hard to get used to. I am not used to men being vulnerable around me, not unless I knew them very well. I don't know, I suppose that I always thought that men were men you know? The way they were around me is the way they are around everyone. Turns out that I was as wrong as I have ever been. It is all so weird though and a little sad. I am very careful not to look men in the eyes anymore, not on most random encounters and I feel like I am being rude. How do the rest of you girls deal with that? Is it wrong of me not to want to deal with that all the time?
Michelle
