Could I see your ID, pleeeeease!!

We blog, therefore we are!...
But what the hell do we look like???.
Blogging around, seems like quite a lot of people are going into images and pictures sharing.
It’s interesting. It’s nice. And, of course, it’s comprehensible.

Here we are a bunch of people sharing life on a daily basis, but whose faces, on most cases, we can only imagine, I suppose many times influenced by the pictures on our profile. Something, by the way, which only goes to show how weird and erroneous our perceptions must be. Considering that those pics frames are rarely a portrait… And that most of us have this tendency to fill them out with crazy stuff.

In my case, identity is a curious issue. I can recognize to all of you that I still haven’t got the guts to post my pic. But that’s not all there is to it. It is also due to the fact that I can hardly keep the same look for over six months. And nope, I’m not a fugitive and much less a famous star…

Reason for look changes is plain self image boredom. Which, anyway, doesn’t mean that the changes have got to be radical (no crazy haircuts, dyied hair or staff like that). Just basic stuff: mustache on, mustache off; beard on, beard off; hair long, hair trimmed to zero; tailed hair, loose hair; colourfoul clothes; dark clothes… Simply things which added to a curious capacity to loose or put on weight (a lot less or a lot more!) can give you numerous combinations…

To give you an idea, I can tell you that at different points of my life I’ve been told I look like all the guys depicted above. The “Chewy” years were mainly back in school days (I was big and heavy for my age at that time), but the rest of them, and other looks too, have been pretty much coming and going at different stages of my life.

Of all of them, maybe the Lennon look is the one I feel more attached to (though it’s not the one I’ve got now). The funny thing about this resemblance is that my girlfriend has also got a Yoko likeness, so whenever I’ve decided to grow my hair long (and stay thin) it is not unusual that even unknown people address us like the famous couple. We are talking here about different cities and different countries. And the most memorable moment being, of course, at Central Park, New York… A day in which I almost dropped a tear out of the emotion, being the Beatles nut I am.

On the negative side, I can tell you that whenever I have the Lennon look people also seem to think I’m some sort of drug-dealing hippie or something like that. I have nothing against the personal decision of using soft drugs, but it does get a bit annoying when I cannot have long hair and walk into the party scene without someone approaching me and asking if I’ve got “stuff to sell”. It’s happened to me zillions of times. Bars, parks, private parties, public parties, walking on the street, travelling by bus, music concerts (of course) … You name it. Even once in the middle of a huge lake, where I was rowing Tom Sayer style with a couple of friends, when another boat suddenly appeared from nowhere and the guys on it came straight to me asking me if I “had some stuff”. My friends, knowing my previous experiences of this kind just laughed their asses off. As for me, I can’t still figure out how these guys got there and why.

In relation to Uncle Fester above, occasionally I have also been told to bear a resemblance to Cousin It and little Pugsley Adams. I guess this makes the Adams family home a place where I would probably fit in very well. Funny, isn’t?

Last but not least - so that you really believe how serious this identity issue can sometimes be-, I’ll let you know that I was once retained in an international airport because of the way I looked. The guy at the customs check point just didn’t want to believe I was the guy on my passport picture. To some extent, he was right. Due to the fact that I haven’t got a single ID card (of any kind) in which I look exactly the same and I don’t usually look very much like the one I should need at any given moment. Luckily on this occasion, they understood my situation. I ended up showing his supervisor all the documents I had at hand, at that moment, with my name and different pictures of me, and they finally let me through.

A few months ago I published this quick Paint made self portrait below on my blog…

Right now, just add a mustache and chin beard, trim the hair a bit… and there you’ve got me…
In a few months… Who knows?