What is a misconception people have about you?

That I’m always sweet.

Because I’ve never been married they might think I’m gay.

Because I have a young child, they often think I have a significant other.

I’ve mentioned this here before. I’m a middle-aged white guy, and middle-aged white guys often assume I like racist jokes and golf.

That I am sometimes surly and cranky. I am always surly and cranky.

People think I’m egocentric/ thinks himself as someone special. But I’m exact opposite of that which they realize after interacting with me more.

I recently had my 60th birthday, but people think I’m in my early-40s. Yes, I’m quite pleased about this! Just yesterday, someone thought I was joking about my age and made me show my driver’s license.

That my kid is my brother, and that I’m much younger than I am.

@Call_Me_Jay I am I your same camp and more so in that my wife and sons are Jewish and all the times I have had to shake my head when the Jew jokes start fly.

I’m a blonde but my father is from Mexico and yes, he’s hispanic. People can’t believe I’m half Mexican.

That I’m a “soft touch”.

People also think I’m younger.

My parents often think I’m angry. One girl once told me that I “give hate looks” when I walk down the street. In my personal documents, I look like I just murdered your whole family. The truth is, I’m not usually angry nor irritated at all. I’m a very relaxed person. I just have that “resting bitch” face.

People seem to think I am a people person, and in truth most people irritate the shit out of me.

That I am outgoing and enjoy people. I can be if necessary, but I much prefer to be alone.

I also have the middle-aged-white-guy problem. I’m always talked up about sports, racial jokes, or sexist comments. I love the assumption. So annoying.

That I am this outgoing extrovert.

I have that same problem @Sneki95. I get so tired of people saying, “What’s wrong? Smile!”

Some people assume that because I am in my 50’s I’m technologically illiterate. I’m no genius, but I am the go-to person in the family when they have tech questions. It floors me how technically illiterate some younger people are.

That I must have swallowed a dictionary.

Just kidding. But I know I give contradictory impressions. Some people think I am critical and even intentionally intimidating. One manager commanded me (several times, and in front of a group) to stop looking at her “like that,” and I didn’t and don’t know what she meant by it or what I was doing other than listening attentively.

And others have gone out of their way to tell me that they think I’m exceptionally kind and easy to talk to. One person actually asked me angrily if I could possibly be as nice as I seem. I told her that I have no idea how nice I seem, but in general I prefer salt to sugar.

I don’t think I’m at either extreme but somewhere in between, just like most other people. But I do tend to be quiet in most social situations, and an introverted manner is often misinterpreted.

People always assume that I’m college educated. People always seem to be particularly shocked when they find out that I’m not.

That I’m too stupid to survive this world. Well, it was right for my younger self. If I think you’re up to something my stupid facade will be active for you to spill out all your bullshit.

Some of you mention middle-age-white-male problem. Well, I’d like to call my problem 20s-young-woman. People assume that because I’m a woman I enjoy female things like makeup, cooking, knitting… well, they can’t be more wrong.

What are you going to do about it?

@Dutchess_III I’m told that a lot too. I’ve also never been much elegant and gentle either, so my movements and behaviour also make people think I’m angry when I’m not. I may be slamming the car door and throwing my backpack on the bed, but I am pretty calm. I’m just not a balerina.

Do you move quickly too?

Not usually, I’m a slow person, but my mom says I “walk like a general” sometimes. Probably when I’m in a hurry, then I move faster and may seem angry.

I’m always in a rush. I don’t know why. I just move fast.

Based on how I look, that I can’t be any good in bed.

I get the gay thing too from my family. I am not gay.

But my sister friended my high school GF and when we broke up the GF wouldn’t go away since the ex was always around babysitting for my sister or something. A decade later my sister planned the GF’s wedding.

And my mom is just a facebook stalker.

So my sister and mom will never know what I am sticking my cock in until I put a ring on it. And I don’t see that happening.

My mom also nags me to be gay since she thinks woman are tedious.

I have seen pictures of seek and I would card her for comic books

They assume I’m both mentally and physically weak.

^^^ HA!!

People sometimes assume that because I’m gay I must be a hardcore left-wing atheist. Not an atheist and more of a moderate than left-wing. People also assume I must be promiscuous, but I’ve only ever been with two people in my whole life, so I think we can count that out.

Some assume that since I grew up in a wealthy family I must have had everything handed to me, but nope, that was never the case, not even as a kid, and I seem to have no issue living on my own now.

And you are awesome @DK.

They think I’m serious when I’m totally BSing them.

@Kritiper I get that a lot. When I was in my 20’s ny mother gave me a beer mug inscribed:

If you can’t dazzle them with your brilliance, baffle them with your bullshit!

When I was younger people assumed I wasn’t athletic. Not sure why. I guess they couldn’t associate good looks and a nice body with any thing than sex. No way could I be athletic….or intelligent for that matter. I once worked at a job in a secretarial capacity. I had on a dress and heels on this day. I was about 36. A guy came around, said he was looking to put together a volley ball team. I had played varsity in high school. I’d just moved to the town, but I had been playing competitive coed for several years back in Wichita. I always had a ball in the trunk of my car, and played every chance I got. I immediately volunteered. The guy looked me up and down, and sarcastically said, “I’m looking for athletic people.”
I kind of bristled and said, “I can hold my own on a court.” Does this woman look like she can’t play volleyball??!!
Turns out I was the only one of us who even knew how to play. That was a frustrating season. It was like playing church league.

^ That’s as adorable as the guys who consistently tried to stop me from doing manual labor on the church property, and then needed me to show them how to operate the riding lawn mower. And the chainsaw.

Right? Been there too! You know us silly, empty headed females.