Saturday, 4 July 2009
04:48:26 AM (GMT)
There are things that amuse me.
There are things that upsets me.
People think it's funny; I don't.
People think it's not funny; I do.
People look at me like I'm different - alien, even. And I smile. That's all I ever
wanted. To be different. My brother achieved it. And now I shall achieve it as well.
To be different I act different. I act shy; I act confident. Switching from one
personality to another makes me confused, too. Sometimes, I even forget what I am -
how I should be, who's the real me. I think, the reason is, because people mistake me
for other people. They mistake me too much - from Dyann, to Camille and to Monique.
Does that mean I'm not different?
Does that make me normal?
It makes me feel rotten actually. That I sort of look like them - and no one actually
remembers me irl.
Oh Monique! Oh - it's not you...who are you again?
Oh there you are Ines! I didn't see you there!
Eh, so you are my classmate? Since when?
Who are - OH. Yeah, you. Sorry.
The funniest I think was probably the time when Abby mistook me for Dyann. Dyann and
I were next to each other - she; tying her hair up and I just brushing my hair. All
of a sudden, Abby grabs the back part of my uniform and almost sent me falling down
the stairs. The other funniest thing was - when Camille - the one that doesn't look
like me, there are probably 6+ Camilles in my school - suddenly grabbed my hand and
started walking outside. I then went all, "Not Dyann," and she laughed.
Maybe I should wear a name tag or something. Better yet, go to another school or
country. Somewhere like Antarctica or Pluto.
Thanks so much to the person who invented name tags.