I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else. You don’t think so??? Well, look at it from this point of view. You’re riddled with self doubt and anxieties, constantly worried about not behaving the right way, or say the right thing, or generally attracting too much attention. And then someone walks up and says: “You’re boyfriend has just passed out on the dance floor.” You don’t have a boyfriend (you’ve never had a boyfriend), and your about to mention this to the stranger when he then says “I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else.” After that he wonders off never to be seen again. And of all things your actually feeling happy about this. Sure there’s a poor guy passed out on the dance floor somewhere, but that ain’t your problem. Your just thrilled that you look like someone that has a boyfriend, maybe there is still a chance. If you could be mistaken for a person with the lifestyle you want, maybe then it is still within reach. For contentment just add one new gadget. I’ve borrowed a digital camera from a friend, and now that I’ve actually had a chance to play with it I’m falling in love with photography all over again. Its like all the things of photography I’ve always love, with none of the hassles. Okay, not true, there are new, different hassles, but its faster.
Why did you come here looking for insight?