Guest Alien Pirate Pixagi Posted April 27, 2007 Report Share Posted April 27, 2007 When I was 15, I hung out with a guy who had similar cheek bones as I and a lot of similar mannerisms. Now, this dude was Dominican, a very well known fact amongst his friends. People, however, didn't know me that well for I was younger (the guy was 17 at the time). Person: Are you two siblings? Us: No Person: Are You sure? Us: Me: Person: There's a certain level of stupid to ask someone if they're sure that they've been RAISED WITH ANOTHER PERSON FOR FIFTEEN YEARS. My other personal fave was the prolonged questioning. For some reason, a LOT of people asked these questions in the order and continued no matter how you answered the first one: "Are you Brother and sister" "No" "Are you cousins" "No" "Are you dating?" "NO!" We always answered these questions in unison, never missing a beat. some would say were were on a wavelength, other's would say it was the frequency with which those questions were asked. Of course, there was a point where we'd just started saying yes. Remember that part where people would continue the line of questioning no matter the answer to the first question? Yeah.... Q1 "Yes" Q2 "Yes" Q3 "Yes" Person stops for a second... Never once did they just come to the revelation that they were just stupid. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nanaea Posted April 27, 2007 Report Share Posted April 27, 2007 I was in love with one of my cousins when I was young. We even kissed. Of course, we didn't know we were cousins at the time. So, if someone would have asked if we were sure we weren't related, we'd have said "yes" too. Never mind that we looked nothing alike. It was his younger brother that looked like my twin... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StoryJunkie Posted April 28, 2007 Report Share Posted April 28, 2007 If people come up to you and ask you stuff you must have that certain "je ne sais quoi" (I think its spelled like that) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Big Samurai Posted April 28, 2007 Report Share Posted April 28, 2007 (Yeah, it's spelled like that.) I get the thing where everybody says I look like their weird cousin. Last I checked, I wasn't related to everybody, but I am from the American South, originally, so ... you never know. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StoryJunkie Posted April 28, 2007 Report Share Posted April 28, 2007 Last person who came up to me to talk to me asked if I had money. When I gave it to him, he kissed me on the cheek. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest bebopsfeje Posted May 2, 2007 Report Share Posted May 2, 2007 It seems like stupid people keep asking stupid questions. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JewelMaiden Posted May 2, 2007 Report Share Posted May 2, 2007 I'm a twin right, an idential one no less... My fave stupid question is..... Are you twins? Erm..... DUH!!!!!!!!! Along with a multi others we get asked on a regular basis Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest echtrae Posted May 3, 2007 Report Share Posted May 3, 2007 Gee, identical twins.... That certainly puts an interesting spin on the AFFO then. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
polywolly Posted May 3, 2007 Report Share Posted May 3, 2007 I was in love with one of my cousins when I was young. We even kissed. Of course, we didn't know we were cousins at the time. So, if someone would have asked if we were sure we weren't related, we'd have said "yes" too. Never mind that we looked nothing alike. It was his younger brother that looked like my twin... Me too. You've brought about a memory I'd fogotten about that has left me laughing for five solid minutes. I hope you're happy. *doesn't want to think about how long ago this was* I was 11 or 12, and I didn't know he was my cousin at first. We were staying at a hotel for a few days during our annual family reunion and I fell in absolute puppy love with this boy. He was 15 or 16, which at the time made him seem totally grown up and sophisticated. Anyhow, he was from Georgia, so he had a cute southern accent, and he was very polite, and he talked with me (OMG!) so I thought he must be in love with me too. (What?! I was, like, 12!) Color me embarrassed, and a little confused, when I saw him at the family reunion that weekend. Turns out he is my grandfather's brother's son's son. I'm not a genealogist, so I don't do family math, but he’s clearly on the family tree. Granted, a different branch, but still the same damn tree! That was when I decided that life was not fair. Never once did they just come to the revelation that they were just stupid. In high school, my best friend and I were totally different, aside from him being a boy and me a girl. He had blond, curly hair, blue eyes, and he stood nearly 6 feet. He also had a small gap between his front teeth that all of his brothers had too. I'm barely over 5 feet, with brown hair (dyed red by that point), green eyes, and no gap. We got the same questions. Over and over again. We'd tell people yes to the first question most of the time, so there were people with different ideas about our relationship all over town. 5 years later, people still ask me about my younger brother, and I don’t have one. So, in addition to being stupid, these people have astonishing memories. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StoryJunkie Posted May 3, 2007 Report Share Posted May 3, 2007 ah, so you too, must have that certain je ne sais quoi. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nanaea Posted May 3, 2007 Report Share Posted May 3, 2007 Me too. You've brought about a memory I'd forgotten about that has left me laughing for five solid minutes. I hope you're happy. Ecstatic. Now I'm gonna totally embarrass myself ... ready? I can blame my mother for the trauma that falling in love with my cousin caused me. She was 17 and unwed when she got pregnant with me. My biological father skipped town, so she married a nice boy and he became my father (by adoption). Of course, she stayed friends with my real father's sister... does anyone else see where this is leading? We were about the same age, and we were practically raised together. We played together, took baths together, slept in the same bed together (alright, I don't remember sleeping in the same bed, but I'm sure it must have happened at some point). He used to chase me around with this corny French accent every time my mother french-braided my hair. We even had a song that was 'our song' (Beth by Kiss). Our mothers kept saying that they were going to have to tell us that we were related eventually... I can't remember how old I was when we finally kissed, but it had to have been around 10 or 11, because I was 12 when I found out that we were cousins. I was both crushed and traumatized by the news, of course. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StoryJunkie Posted May 4, 2007 Report Share Posted May 4, 2007 oh my GOD! you poor things! Each and every one of you with a story of heart-breaking love. No wonder you all write so well! Damn it, I wish I wasn't such a know it all, since I knew every single damn one of my cousins, and I wouldn't let them kiss me, since they were all younger than me, and girls to boot. (the boys in the family were my brothers, and they were terrors... absolute teases who were so bad that I remember thinking clearly at one point: 'Men, so what! They are only stupid boys!') Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
foeofthelance Posted May 4, 2007 Report Share Posted May 4, 2007 I have a younger brother, who seems to be my twin as long as we aren't standing next to each other. We both happen to work in the resturaunt business, and coincidentally both stores are on the same street. Our mother happens to work in the local junior high school, so of course everyone knows about her son who works at the resturaunt! Except there are two of us. And we tend to work at the same time, so one is one place and the other somewhere else. This can be amsuing, as my mother's students will come into the pizzeria where I work for a slice after school, then end up down where he works after hanging out all day. Naturally they start to demand how I/We hold down two different jobs in two different places at the same time. The best occured about a month ago. A woman came in with her daughter for dinner, and they tend to come in on regular basis, so she struck up with a conversation with me. After she and her daughter left they headed for one of the elementary schools, which was doing a movie night fundraiser. Which my brother just so happened to be escorting our niece to. So she walks in, sees him, and immediately goes over and demands to know not only how did He/I manage to get there before she did (as it is well known that I walk everywhere instead of driving) but how did I/He managed to get changed to boot? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AmyMcClair Posted May 21, 2007 Report Share Posted May 21, 2007 I think the worst has to be when I was mistaken for my younger brother. (For any who don't know, I am a girl.) This was sometime around kindergarten and I was walking through the halls of my grandparent's church after girl scouts and one of the parishioners called out for my younger brother. I was the only person in the hall at the time aside from her. She was very embarrassed when she realized I was not a little boy. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Yhitzak Posted May 22, 2007 Report Share Posted May 22, 2007 Few things are as equally enraging as confusion and stupidity and when you mix the two, nothing good can *ever* come of it. Like my mother and I, for example. I'm the only one out of four kids who looks even remotely like her, and I look amazingly like her. If I had a nickel for every time someone said to us, "Do you know you two look exactly alike!?" I would be a rich, rich man. My favorite situation, though, was two summers ago when I did my time at a children's amusement park and was working as a clerk at the front booth. I'll be the first to admit to my androgyny, but this lady really got my goat. So this woman comes up to the booth and says, "Ma'am? I'm going out to my car really quick." Given that I'm in a tiny-ass booth with only one plexi-glass window, I just say, "Okay." Mistakes happen, and like I said, I'm kind of girly-looking through a plexi-glass window. She could have just gone out to her car, but no. She has to say, "Oh, my god! It's a boy!" It was all I could do not to turn around and say, "No, bitch, it's a *person.*" Some people's kids... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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