It was about six or seven years ago when I first experienced this peculiar phenomenon of being mistaken for someone else, and it certainly hasn’t been the last. I’m uncertain whether it stems from my appearance, my demeanor, or something entirely different. Regardless, it’s a strange occurrence that has followed me throughout my adult years, beginning around the age of 20.
Typically, this oddity presents itself when someone approaches me, only to realize that I’m not the person they thought I was. However, there have been more memorable encounters. One instance that stands out occurred while I was waiting for a friend at a pub near my old apartment. After a few minutes, a stranger sat across from me and bluntly asked, “Well?” I responded, “Well, what?”
“What do you have to say for yourself?” she demanded, looking rather perturbed.
“I’m sorry,” I replied. “I don’t know who you are.”
Her reaction was one of surprise. “Ha! This is new!” she exclaimed. After I clarified that I was not the person she assumed, we both shared a laugh before she left, though her expression was a mixture of confusion and intrigue, which felt unsettling.
The most bizarre instance of this phenomenon involved a close friend I used to see regularly since we lived in the same building. She greeted me in her usual manner and asked, “Did you make it to your meeting on Monday?” I explained that I had no such meeting. She insisted that I did, claiming she had seen me on Oxford Street that very Monday. I explained that I hadn’t even been in town, having spent weeks at home. Despite my assurances, she was adamant that it was indeed me she had conversed with, even noting that I seemed nervous during their five-minute chat.
In essence, someone who knew me well had engaged in a conversation with an individual who bore such a strong resemblance to me that they could convincingly impersonate me. The most rational explanation would be that my friend was simply mistaken, yet that doesn’t feel entirely plausible. Other explanations exist, but I prefer not to dwell on them.
The most striking encounter related to my doppelgänger occurred while I worked in a campus bookstore. A particular customer would come in frequently, staring at me to the point where my colleagues commented on his behavior, joking about his supposed crush on me. His lingering gaze made me uncomfortable, especially since he never spoke a word to me.
One quiet evening, while my coworker was busy counting the register out of sight, I found myself alone at the counter when the stargazer entered. After browsing for a while, he hesitantly approached me.
“Hey,” he said, visibly shaken.
“Hey,” I replied.
“I come in here a lot, you know why?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“To look at you.”
I felt a chill run down my spine. “Where is this going?” I wondered. The man continued, appearing to wrestle with his emotions.
“No, it’s not like that, man. I’m from Iraq. I grew up in Iraq.”
“Really?” I was unsure of where this conversation was headed.
“Yeah, with my older brother. He was a dentist—a wonderful dentist! He would treat the less fortunate for free and charge the wealthy!”
We both chuckled briefly, but then his demeanor shifted to one of deep sadness. “One day, they took him. I never saw him again.”
He then looked me straight in the eyes. “You really look like my brother.”
I can’t recall my exact response; I believe I awkwardly shook his hand and expressed my condolences. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, which were brimming with tears. After he left, my colleague, who had overheard everything, stood in stunned silence as we watched him exit. He never returned to the bookstore.
This article originally appeared on Dec. 4, 2014.
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Summary:
Throughout my life, I’ve had numerous experiences of being mistaken for someone else. From encounters in pubs to conversations with close friends, the phenomenon has left me both amused and bewildered. The most poignant moment occurred when a stranger, believing I resembled his long-lost brother, shared a deeply emotional story that connected our lives in an unexpected way.