That's what siblings are for!

I love you all.

I second that.

After a day of making my brain move at a pace faster than "glacial", it's so nice just to sit down and laugh at someone.

I found out today that in Ancient Egypt, they thought the world was created simply by one guy playing with himself, if you get my drift...

Ha, I remember hearing something like that once! (Could've been something completely different, actually, but oh well. Lol all the same!)

Anyway, a guy came up to me on the bus, and said, "Excuse me, I didn't catch your name."
"Um, who are you?"
And he just smiles and says, "Aw, come on, don't you remember me, we go way back."
So I look him up and down, he's a man who looks to be in his late twenties, maybe thirties. Who knows? I was never very good with ages. He's dressed shabbily and has even features but they're placed in a way that makes his whole face look a bit funny. I'm pretty sure I've never seen him before.
"Um, no, we don't."
He seems unfazed by this, instead he tells me, "Oh, here's my stop, I'll see you around, Marie."

Um... WTF?
(I'll just note that Marie is a really common name around where I live.)


Oh, wait, this reminds me of another public transport WTF moment, an old one.
I was in England (Yay! <3) on the train. This guy sits down next to me, and he's obviously had a beer or two, but isn't really too drunk. He sinks into the seat exclaiming that it's great to sit down, and that he's been travelling for six hours. He then proceeds to make conversation with just about anyone he can, mostly the girls on the other side of the isle (baby-teens going home from a day's shopping.) He's successfully made them giggle and squee in pitches I thought couldn't be heard by human ears, but whatever.
I was reading Emma by Jane Austen, and he turns to me and says, "I bet that's a really good book if you're ignoring me for it."
"I'm not ignoring you."
"Yeah, you are."
"Uh, no I'm not," I tell him with a smile.
"Oh, cool." He seems pleased, "What's your name then?"
"Guess," I say, because I don't like giving my name out to strangers.
His eyes widen, he looks like he's just realised mankind's purpose of being. "Oh my God, your name's Emma and you're reading Emma! That's seriously cool."

My face pretty much read "WTF, dude?" And I believe it to be 100% justified.

Haha, aww. Poor Nina.

I've had people guess at my name as Ashley, Annabelle [in Québec] Sasha, Juliet, and Lisa.
Is Jasmine too Exotic for me?!

Is Jasmine an unusual name where you live? I think you're the first person I know with that name.

Names...

A serious wtf for me is that generally people who don't know me assume I have an ethnic name and ASSUME that I speak my six-generations-back language.

I've been called Maria, Lupe, Anna, Dulce, Diana (which yes is close and I will answer too but that's not my name and it bugs me when people stress it and it becomes DEEYANNA), and a colorful array of many other Mexican/Spanish based names.

And where I live, most of the population thinks we live in Mexico or something because everyone thinks that it's WRONG if you don't know Spanish. Everytime I hear someone say, "You're Mexican and you don't speak Spanish!" I'm overcome with the urge to hit them and say, "I'm sorry, it's hard to learn asshole. You're quite fluent, maybe one day you could teach me!"

So yeah, aside from people who can't dress themselves even when the light is on, my biggest WTF is people assuming I'm an active Mexican and calling me Diana!

LOL! I had my fair share of nicknames too, but that sucks!

Oh, to add on to Nina's public transport WTFs! Just last night I was on the bus with my friend and we were wondering if this particular person was a male or female. (We really couldn't tell. And she wasn't even the good-looking androgynous sort.) Suddenly a friend of said person came on the bus and he greeted her really happily... and got a frosty, angry "I waited xxx hours for you" in return. They proceeded to have a rather fierce argument and we found out she was female.

He was giving lame excuses and she was harping on the same issue over and over again. The embarrassment was written all over his face... it was hilarious XD

@Ninaaa, It's not exotic in Canada, I know a few Jasmines, mostly of Arabian/Spanish descent, but I'm French/British Canadian, so they think I have either a French/English name, so Jasmine is their last choice. && I was called Clarisse yesterday.

...I like Annabelle better. It's pretty.
I still love Jasmine, but everyone thinks I was named after Aladdin cause I was born in 1993 and my mom went into labour the day after seeing it. I was named after the flower. And it's Persian, meaning Princess of God.

All hail the Princess.

That's pretty cool

And, Diane, I get what you mean about mistaken nationalities.
The other day a waitress asked me if I was German.
"No, I'm English, they are though," I replied pointed at my German cousin and his girlfriend, that I was eating with.

She also brought me absinthe when I'd asked for a cider. Uh, you really don't want to be mixing those up, you know, missy.