As some of you might have seen, I posted a status about how I saw the pics of the Ethiopian lady's children...you know, the one who dubbed me an Honorary Ethiopian? I was trying to focus on what I was saying to her so I didn't ramble like a frohawked fool, but I was also quite fixated on the pics on her wall. One of them bore a striking resemblance to me when I was younger, and I thought to myself,
There are only two things that pose potential issues with this statement:
I really will have to do some research on my history. It's quite problematic when your childhood pics resemble the childhood pics of actual Ethiopians.
What if I was switched at birth?
There are only two things that pose potential issues with this statement:
- I actually look exactly like my dad. And he ain't Ethiopian (as far as he knows...)
- I'm pretty sure there aren't any Ethiopians in Pittsfield, or anywhere west of Boston for that matter. And I don't blame them.
I really will have to do some research on my history. It's quite problematic when your childhood pics resemble the childhood pics of actual Ethiopians.
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