Today I was mistaken for Jen. I don't know who Jen is, but the guy who thought I was her, was determined I was her, even when I said "I'm not Jen." I have never seen this guy before, but he sure seemed to know me. He started a conversation with me like he knew me, and I thought that he was just being nice, but apparently he was convinced he already knew me. He thought I was just joking around, and that I WAS Jen. I looked "identical to her...maybe you have a twin" he said. Maybe I do. This hasn't been the first time I have been stopped in Vancouver and had someone mistake me for someone else and then look really confused.
Mom, is there something you need to tell me?
Listening to: Damien Rice - Volcano