When I was 15, i went through the goth phase. lots of black clothing, Marilyn Manson, questionable "art" and ornaments and of course, lots of "I am dead" style make-up.
I'm not 30 yet my mum and stepdad still go on like I'm still goth! if a witch comes on TV they say stuff like "oh look! Chesting!" or if some flick-haired emo goes past they nod and say "He was chesting's type!" Long, gothic victorian dresses in the fancy dress shop - apparantly I will be buying them. They go on and on and on about me being goth but really, that was 15 years ago!
Anyway, reason for mini-rant is that Christmas morning I upwrap a present from them which is an ornament depicting a gothic vampire type woman (with blue tint 'dead' looking skin!) crouched on a rock with great black wings. It's a calender thing where it has little blocks for the days and month and they're grey with black veins.
Now I hate to be ungrateful but really, I'm 30. My living room consists of lovely green flowered wallpaper, a forest in spring canvas, bright and cheerful cushions and a thick, bright rug. Where the hell and I going to put Angel of death?? Isn't it obvious that someone my age would have grown out of stuff like that??
They also got me a soap on a rope in the shape of a skull and a witch on a broomstick keyring.
They're NOT doing this as a joke btw, they genuinly think I like it. God knows how they don't realise when they come to my house and everything is as bright and cheerful as possible!
I am being unreasonable arnt I?
it's just every christmas/birthday etc I end up with all this teenage boy stuff that I end up having to give to my son and then I have to lie when my mum comes around about where the stuff is.