Somebody’s waaaatching meeeeee

I hate my name. I don’t just hate it; I’m sick of hearing it. I’ve hated/been sick of hearing it since I was a little kid. I’ve been trying ever since to be called something else; but, alas, it never works. No one takes me seriously.

I’ve been seriously thinking about changing it for the past six months. I’ve gone from changing just my first name. To changing the first & last, and now to changing the entire damn thing. I no longer want to be namely linked to my family. I just don’t feel the connection. I’m only close-enough to a couple of them anyway (minus the children); so I wouldn’t really feel any guilt over it. We’ve never been a close-knit family anyway. Shit has gone on that I don’t care to be connected to, other than the obvious way. I don’t want people to hear my name and think of anything or anyone else.

I don’t know. I still have some thinking to do, some talking it out to do; some of everything, I suppose.

Anyway, speaking of myself… my doppelganger has been running around town again. I stopped at the gas station after to work to buy some beer (ooooooh). I visit this store all of the time, so the people behind the register recognizing me, I don’t find all that strange. But, today, I did. After ringing in the beer, she asked to see my I.D., which of course, I’m more than happy to show, . Then, as I was getting it out, she said, “I kind of remember you from yesterday, but let me look anyway.”

I didn’t go to the gas station yesterday… let alone buy any beer. Either I look like someone else or that evil bitch is following me again. This is the first time in a while that this has happened. The last time I remember was, damn quite (QUITE) a few years ago. The guy I was dating at the time had taken his mother out to dinner. Sometime during he swore up and down that he was trying to get my attention and I was flat-out ignoring him. Only problem… I hadn’t been out to dinner that night. Hell, at the time, I hadn’t been to that particular restaurant in ages. So, I was a tad confused when he called me up later in the night to bitch at me. ha ha!

I love stuff like that, even when people get mad at me for something Anti-Clementine did.