Yup, another installment of the "on" series. Well, actually, this could be a second part to my fourth installment, but I'd like to think it's a little more than the previous one. That was being mistaken for being sweet and innocent and only those two things, and I am indeed those things.
This entry, however, has more to do with being mistaken for things, actually races, that I am not.
All my life, I have been mistaken for a good number of many races/ethnicities.. I've been mistaken for being Native American, Indian (from India), Hispanic/Latina/Mexican/Spanish. Never, and I mean never, I have I been told I was the races that I am. I even had an Indian guy at a gas station/convenience store tell me, after I told him what I was, that I was Indian and that I was lying. Uh, excuse me? I know what I am, dumbass. I have my mom and dad to prove it.
Now don't get me wrong, it's flattering and I'm not complaining...well except for that idiot who kept insisting I was Indian. But at least once in my life, I would love, and I mean really love, anyone who could guess my two races/ethnicities. But that doesn't look like that's going to happen, ever.
Why, you may ask? Because I look nothing like the two races/ethnicities that I made up of. I look nothing like my mom, which, when I was a little girl, made me think that I was adopted or something. But I look like my dad, something my mom likes to point out to me almost everyday. And yet, nobody ever guesses that I am my dad's race, even though I look like him. Most likely because of my light skin, formulated from the mixing of my mom's and dad's genes.
What's funnier than this is that when I was just born, I was already mistaken for being another race by a friend of my mom's husband. He completely thought that I wasn't my dad's child because of how white my skin was. He just didn't realize that it takes some time before pigment comes in for babies like me.
Now I bet you're wondering what exactly I am, huh? Well, I could tell you, but I thought it would be more fun for people to guess. So have at it, if you'd like. And let's see if anyone guesses right or at least guesses half of what I am made up of.
And yes, at some point, I will tell you what exactly I am made up of.
But for the time being, guess away and maybe figure out why I get mistaken for this and that, race/ethnicity wise. I know why, but would like to hear what others think.
And one more thing, have you ever been mistaken for being an entirely different race/ethnicitiy than the one that you are?
