Sometimes I wonder whether the way people treat me has anything to do with me at all. Maybe they cubbyholed me into a certain group because I remind them of someone else in that group. Maybe someone cozied up to me really quickly not because I was recognized as someone trustworthy and valuable, but because I just happened to plug into the outline of someone lost and missing from this person’s life. As if I were just a continuation of someone else. If that is the case, then the set of rules and behaviors applied to me and expected of me may not be a fit, which disparity just makes the person disappointed or angry. It makes me sad when I see this. I don’t want to be someone’s surrogate sister, daughter, best friend, mother, wife or partner the 2nd day I’m with them. See me. Have a relationship with me. If it develops into something like a sister, daughter, best friend, etc., that’s fine. I think it’s sad for me because I can see that the behaviors and definitions came too quickly, too unnaturally, and I’m afraid that when the person realizes I’m not who I’m presumed to be, then that person will walk away as I lose meaning for that person…but that person wouldn’t have lost meaning to me.