Who am I?
My sister's former friends and classmates often mistake me for her. Today, I was at Blossom's and the guy behind the counter asks me "Are you Karen?" which automatically means that he doesn't know who I am. I did recognize him, so I asked his name and it turns out that he used to live on my street when we were younger and is my sister's classmate. It is a question I frequently endure and although somewhat flattering, seeing as she is younger, I am also insulted at the same time. The weird thing is that we don't look alike at all. At least I don't think so. I guess if you haven't seen either of us in 15 years or more, we could be mistaken for one another. I called Sis to let her know that I saw him. I forgot to ask her if people ask her if she's me. Of course, she lives all the way on the other side of the country, so I guess people wouldn't be asking her that. I digress. Time for bed.
My mood: Tired and cold