It can be disappointing to have such a common face.
In the grocery checkout line I hear, "Excuse me, but you look familiar to me. Is your name Angel?"
or at the library, "Do I know you from somewhere?"
or even at church, "Hey, how is the realty business these days?"
("Uh, nope. That's not me, that's so-and-so.")
I feel like I get this more than the average person. I look like this person's sister or a PTL member from some other kid's grade school. I even had a look-alike back in college. And though I would never have thought I could be confused with someone named Angel, it's cool that someone else actually did!
At least the strangers who approach with the "haven't we met before?" query are mostly women, much to my husband's relief.
At this stage of life, I am fine with my face. (In other words, I have finally come to accept it!) And I guess I should take comfort knowing that I'm not alone -- that there are others out there endowed with a similar visage.
So why am I feeling disappointed by the constant countenance confusion?
Perhaps because it creates a mini identity crisis every time it happens. It gives me the impression that I am not as unique as I was brought up to believe. I mean, didn't God break the mold after he created me? That's a rhetorical question.
Or perhaps it's because I never run into anyone from my past who actually is from my past!
I never run into the "Hey, weren't our girls in ballet class together ten years ago?" person.
Or the "didn't we live on the same block in grade school?" childhood playmate.
Contrary to what my older brother has always told me,
I always knew it wasn't easy being me.