I've been called Mr. Bean since I was 7 years old. I'm now almost 30. It sucks. Its a horrible feeling to be called mr. bean and I've had to face it for the past 20+ years.
I get called mr. bean by children, women, guys, everyone. The older folks refrain from it but everyone else chimes in. I've been approached by complete strangers who come up to me laughing saying "has anyone ever told you, you look like mr. bean?"... yes, they think they are being original and funny, they think they're the first ones to discover it.
Usually they'll whisper in their friends ears while pointing at me and giggling, then, the outburst starts..."HEY YOU LOOK LIKE MR BEAN!" a chorus of laughter follows and all I can do is stand there smiling a little, but it sucks and it hurts like hell. I never chose this face, but everything I do has the word "bean" attached.
If I made a funny joke they say "oh there goes bean"... if I did something good in class they say "way to go bean"...it never stops, every year it seems to stick around, and, every year I pray it goes away. It doesn't, it hasn't.
I've tried being very thin, eating little and I've tried over eating to break the mold of my face so that I look different, and, that surprisingly worked but harmed my health as I weighed close to 200 pounds by the end of it. I got the weight off but that kick-started the name calling once again.
Some people love saying "hey I don't think its that bad to be called mr. bean, he makes people laugh"... the strange thing is those same people will do a 180 and start mocking you when they can use it to gain social points over you and get people laughing at you "Oh shut up bean" from the same people who claim "its okay".
This defect has crippled me in academic performance, drowning my confidence and consequently, lowering my intelligence as fear overtakes ever moment I'm with people. It didn't help that teachers also made fun of me. I didn't dare answer questions or be in the spotlight for anything, I shrivelled away and became socially insignificant. Any day when people didn't call me mr. bean was a good day. 9 out of 10 days I don't get a free-pass.
There was one day in particular which sticks out like a sore thumb. It was an inter school sports meet and I was to participate in one of the eagerly anticipated events, a 1 mile race, I wasn't slated to run but because one of the stars on the team had a sudden health problem I was tagged in, with no confidence I took over and ran the race, I didn't win but what made it painful was in the spectator stands a group of about 15 to 20 guys were yelling "bean's out of fuel! bean's out of fuel! bean's out of fuel!" whenever I approached the bend.
These guys were from my school and it was an inter school event, yes, my own people were mocking me infront of a crowd of two thousand people from 4 other schools and I could see people around them enjoying it with smiles on their faces.
Relationships have been destroyed because of a severe lack of confidence and acute social anxiety, I remember a pounding in my chest whenever I wanted to board a bus, fearful that people will start laughing at my looks. I didn't go out much and don't know where to go either even if I did go out. So no dates for me, who wants to go out on a date with mr.bean. Perhaps it would be a funny dare for a bunch of mean girls to do for a day, nothing else.
If you're someone who looks like mr. bean there's no way out except plastic surgery because people will point you out of a crowd and start calling you out, its not your fault but you can fix it and end the agony. I've picked out a few plastic surgeons from several Asian countries. These are good doctors who have detailed websites with before after pictures and full info with pricelists and complete transparency.
Its only a matter of a few months before I get my face realigned. And I'm simply over the top filled with joy. Its not that I believe there's anything wrong with my face, its the people who misbehave that I need to protect myself from their put-downs.
Plastic surgery it is...
Imagine life as a normal person and how amazing that would feel that you can be yourself without someone forcing you into being "mr. bean" without someone giggling and laughing at you pointing at you and telling their friends about you.
That day of freedom and total self expression will come for me very soon. I will finally be free after 20 painful years.