People can never work out where they know me from. They just come up and chat with me like mates.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
It's weird how people who are the least close to me or who've never even met me purport to be experts on the real me; and then, sadly, there are those who could be in touch with me but prefer to gossip with strangers about me instead.
I don't know, I think people who meet me just get pretty much what I am.
Occasionally people will look at me and do a double take and they'll look at me like they're trying to think where they know me from.
I mean, obviously, a lot of people know me around the world. Kids know me.
No one really knows me. People think they know me.
I know me, and those close to me know me. But sadly, the outside world thinks I'm some kind of a crook.
I think I'm at a place where I haven't really been encountered by anyone overtly strange. But people think they know me.
People feel like they know me from the work I have done, but it's not me.
Sometimes you have to get to know someone really well to realize you're really strangers.
We don't get to know people when they come to us; we must go to them to find out what they are like.