Have you ever been mistaken for someone else?
Should I think too much into a person’s mistake of identifying me as someone else?
But, I don’t know why it bothers me so much.
It’s just that, I’m my own person, you know?
And to be mistake as someone else hurts.
I grow up being my own person,
I learn in school that I’m the only me that I will ever be.
I’ve created an identity for myself, something that people will recognize in me.
I look at myself in the mirror and think “This is me. This is what I look like to the outside world.”
But is that what they see?
Do they not see the identity I’ve created?
A mistake. Just a simple mistake, I guess.
But does being mistaken for someone else mean that I just remind someone of someone else?
Does being mistaken for someone else mean that I’m not my own person, I’m just a copy or a replica?
Have all these years of building up an identity been thrown to the wind in a mere second?
What is my identity?
The Mind of an Overthinker