Yeah, I get that alot.....

There are certain things in my life I've come to accept.....

My MPV, or the T.J.-vu as it's been known.

Bad Thursdays.

People thinking I'm in a band.

That last one....maybe it's my rock and roll attitude.

Maybe it's the constant air guitar/drumming that I engage in.

Or the fact that I can lip synch like every song on the radio (even the ones i hate and have to listen to cause theyre on the radio at work sigh).

Oh, who am I kiddin....it's my hair:



So, I get it. I mean, I *want* to be a rockstar, just look at me. I even plan on learning how to play guitar.....

Eventually.

I bring it up, because it's similar to another situation that arises with alarming frequency, something that I call ITIKYS.

I'm hoping that name catches on, but for the nonce we'll call it, I Thought I Knew You Syndrome..... This one I really don't understand.

Somtimes it's a simple 'Hi....oh sorry, I thought I knew you.'

I remember once, waaaaay back in the day, I was walking around, and I see these two guys, also walking around. We were on parallel tracks, maybe 40 yards between us, and our paths would never have crossed, but for one thing: One of them looks over at me and yells 'Hey John!'

We're a bit far away for facial recognition, but since that's my name, I start angling of towards them, figuring it's someone I know. As we get closer, I'm thinking that I don't know either of these guys. We get talkin' close, and one of the guys says;

"Sorry, I thought you were my friend named, John.'

'Well, I am named John, that's why I came over.'

'See ya.'

'Yeah.'

And off we go.

Other times, it's worse.

I've carried on entire conversations with people, me trying all the while to figure out who they are, or hoping they'll mention something I remember doing...

And yea...nothin'.

I mean I'm good at it. I know how to listen. I've never had anyone in one of these 'chats' know that I don't know them.

Well, except for that one time.....

That photo walk that Michael and I took when he was here visiting?

Yeah, the one I still haven't posted pix of?

Well, we had just started that walk....Prolly still within 1000 yards of my door or so when this girl yells 'John' out the window of her moving car, and flips into the parking lot of AM/PM.

She pulls up.

We start talkin', I'm looking at her...trying to extrapolate...apply age/divide by beer I've drunk...multply by number of people I know....

And then she says something about 'my surgery,' and I know I gotta end it.

I mean, I was polite, but I explained basically what I typed above, but that I'm not who she thinks I am.

Unless my body's out having surgeries without my knowlege, which I find highly suspect.

Anyhow, just a bit o' funny for a Friday.

Buenos con queso,

T.