"What??!" I thought. "I've never even made a comment in that class!"
But then I figured it out. I sit next to a girl with short hair, who is tall and slim, and she's always saying stuff. I couldn't believe I was mistaken for her, but I suppose that is the impression this guy was under.
I really like this girl; I'd say we're seat friends. But I'm still embarrassed when she opens her mouth, not because her comments are inappropriate (usually she has good insights) but that this mysterious person in my class might think that was me. I don't have that much to say, and if I did, I would raise my hand first.
All in all, my reaction is strange. What does it matter if someone I've never met, and probably won't, thinks that I'm outspoken and have that kind of good fashion sense? If anything, I should be mildly pleased at this case of mistaken identity. I'm not. I suppose I'd rather make my own impression, even though in that class the impression wouldn't really be there, considering how quietly I sit.
Today the other girl was asked to give the closing prayer. I hope that guy took note of her name and figures it out soon, so I don't have to feel embarrassed anymore.
(Oh, guys. I've tried all month to write a new post, but I always forgot what I wanted to say, or it didn't come out right, or I never had time. So this is what you get.)