This happened to me recently, there’s a group of people confusing me for a humanitarian artist because I stood up for her in front of the wrong people, and now I notice my copyrights/trademarks are intertwined with hers because the misconception is socially innate.
Straight to jail.
I was at my grandma’s funeral. My great uncle who I hadn’t seen in a couple years is wandering around and sees me. His eyes light up with excitement, he looks at me and excitedly asks Stewart? He then looked very sad and let down when I said no.
Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn’t have just said yes. It seemed like it would’ve made him very happy when he was obviously already going through a tough time. To this day we still have no idea who Stewart is
I was waiting at the train station, and some guy was coming up the elevator and yelled “Aaaaaaah!” in fear when he saw me. Then he came running up to me and asked me if I was his ex, and when I said I was not he asked me if I was sure. Um, yes.
I gave them a couple of quarters and they played a couple games of Galaga.
A drunk man on a commuter train in Japan was convinced that I was Mr Bean. I can see the confusion, we are both Caucasian with brown hair.
“Bean-san, Bean-san!”
Please tell me this was your reaction:
They did it on purpose and ended up conning me out of a few hundred bucks I didn’t have to lose.
