Thursday, March 23, 2006

Are you?

You know that short, brown haired, brown eyed, white girl. She's in her mid-twenties and a little over weight. Sometimes she wears glasses, but sometimes she doesn't. She always has a bright smile and a pleasant personality. You may not know exactly where you know her from. Maybe she shops at the same grocery store you do. Maybe you've seen her at the park. She might have been in line behind you at Subway the other day. Yeah. That short, brown haired, brown eyed, white girl with the bright smile and pleasant personality. You know who I'm talking about.

Well, in case you were wondering, THAT'S WHO I LOOK LIKE!

This has been happening to me my whole life. I remember when I was 18 I was in Phoenix one summer with friends for work when this lady came up to me because she swore I was her niece. She seemed nice and if she would have bought me cool stuff I would have been happy to call her Auntie, but I politely told her I wasn't who she thought I was. Other times I have people stop me in stores and call me by other names sometimes they just ask if I work at such-and-such place or ever lived in this place or that place. And I've even been accused of graduating high school with people that are older then me, I guess I help them feel young.

I have a couple of theories behind why this happens to me.

1. Brown hair and brown eyes are both dominate features so I'm just one of millions of girls with this combination.

2. I must be amazingly beautiful and everyone wants to know me so they figure if they make up a story about knowing me I'll stop and talk to them for a little while. But if they really knew me they'd know it doesn't take some story to get me to stop and talk on most days.

3. God knew that I wanted to be famous but He had other plans for me so this is just his way of making it up to me. I get noticed everywhere without having to actually be in the movies.

4. People aren't seeing me, they're seeing Christ in me. Something inside their souls recognize something in my soul (Jesus). These people have only a split second to figure out where they know me from so they assume since they've recognized me that they must know me the person.

Or none of these could true. I could have been part of a set of septuplets when I was born and my mother just never told me and there are others out there that really do look just like me.

Hey, it could happen. Right?


Auntie M said...

I can sympathize with you very well as I am your twin. There are a lot of us out there.

madcapmum said...

You too? People are always thinking that they know me. In fact, when I moved into the last town, I was followed to a service station by a man who was convinced that I was his daughter and was wondering what the heck his girl was doing driving such a junker of a car!

Leslee said...

I have twins!!

Mum, that's crazy. I don't think I've ever been accused of being someone's daughter!

HeyJules said...

I think you nailed down four perfectly good reasons and I bet its a combination of all of them!