Confusion
I'm having one of those days today where I keep seeing people who look familiar to me. I spend a few minutes trying to figure out where I know them from, then realise I don't actually recognise them at all. Yet at first glance I'm convinced I know them. What's that all about?
Carry on.
Carry on.
posted by surly girl at 10:01 am
21 Comments:
i'll admit it
i'm stalking you in your office
i'm the woman pushing the trolley yelling 'mini doughnuts - six for 50 pence'
thing is, you don't know what i look like...or do you?????
mwahahahahahaha
And I'm the bloke cleaning the windows.
Oh, I do this too Surly Girl- its worst when you run over and hug them, realising half way through that you don't actually know them..
It's amazing how many people hug back though.
:)
I grabbed what I thought was my other halfs bottom the other day in Morrisons and said "Hello Sexy-pants, fancy seeing you here"....it wasn't him...I was faced with a sleazy, greasy, spotty guy (in a simlar coat to my other half)who I had never seen before...but who promptly replied "I do like woman who are forward" and then proceeded to growl like a tiger!! EEUUGGHH. I was actually too emarrassed to tell the other half!
Anyway...I often have days like your having, seeing people who I think I recognise...then I usually see the 'real' person shortly afterwards! Scary!
Bye theeeeeeennnnnnnnn!
We're your colleagues Surly.
The person next to you is Lovely Assistant and the person opposite is New Boss.
They don't go away just because you pretend they're not there.
I think you've been wearing the tin foil hat too often.
...and that weird bloke in your kitchen this morning was me !!!
By the way, Urban Chick...how did you know there was mini-doughnuts in the office today. That is just plain spooky !!!!!!!!!!!!!
If they all look like Hasselhoff I suggest that you kill yourself.
I've noticed over the years that most people seem to have two eyes, a nose, a mouth, two arms, two legs thus rendering them similar to a certain degree.
Is that any help?
OH: i'm saying nothing else (though tomorrow it's going to be french fondant fancies - we like to offer a bit of nostalgia now and then)
at the risk of being decimated by your withering stare may I suggest it is something to do with getting older?
You see, by now, you've seen an awful lot of people. As funny thing suggests, we all just run togehter in your mind after awhile. Ok, I'm going now.
oh, I can't bear to torture you so. We really are all there. Did you see a tall woman with black slacks, a green shirt and really wild hair talking to kellycat? That was me. Come on. Let's go.
And I've just been in to attend to the photocopier. Who was that who made me the coffee?
I see these people all the time - and have done the accidentally talking to/groping someone I believed to be my boyfriend. What is more concerning is when someone I'm sure I have never met before says they think they recognise me... now when was I last that drunk...
Lunacy is setting in.
Before you know it, you'll be talking to the slugs, who you'll be convinced you met at a party last week.
By the way, can I have that £50 you borrowed from me yesterday?
stop it! you're supposed to be supportive and say that yes, it happens to all of you as well.
instead i'm even more confused now. pass the french fancies.
This happens to me all the time.
That's a lie, as I usually DO know them, and then have to go through a routine of pretending not to have seen them so that I do not have to chit-chat with acquaintances.
You don't know anyone called Neo, Trinity or Morpheus do you?
That's weird - I was talking about this in the office only yesterday. This happens to me when I get really tired - suddenly I think I recognise everyone, and can put names to them all. It's when I start hearing people saying my name that I know it's *really* time to get some sleep, though.
is that what it is? ta, razzamatazz. who you?
oh, and pats? thank gawd for that.pass the gin, there's a love.
That hearing your name thing is quite scary!
I'm always seeing people I think I know. I usually decide they once sold me something! Or they work in a bank. Or in a TV programme.
It's a bit of a shock if I find out I actually do know them.
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