January 11, 2005

Whilst walking around town today, there were a few instances where people were pointing at me or acknowledging me in a weird way. I couldn’t for the life of me understand as since moving here, I’ve been able to be pretty invisable (in Seattle, people often stared at me because I was in neither flannel or black).

On one street it became particularily bad when I could hear a group of teenage girls behind me whispering, there she is! quick catch up! oh my god!. I felt a tap on my shoulder and when I turned around there were several excited girl faces which quickly turned to dissapointment.

“Oh,” one said, “you’re not her.”

A couple of other people made comments but no one said anything which peaked my interest. Just who do I look like? I’ve got no idea but it leads me to think if I could find out, I could maybe have a career as a stand in here…