I kind of reached a point where I just stopped caring what people think. Im a 34 year old guy who regularly wears mismatched knee high striped socks, at time ridiculously quirky vintage thirft store clothes(of varying scales of fitting), weird pairs of converse and usually have Beaker like crazy hair. And I don't live in Portland, Austin, San Francisco or Williamsburg where unique/weird is encouraged. No, I live in boring soccer mom suburbia.
Yeah I still order kids meals, routinely go to Toys R Us, and even sometimes convince friends to go to Chuck E Cheese with me. I think that's why I can't wait to have kids, as people won't give me as weird looks