Like Me, Like Them... Whatever

I look like someone else.

It’s a largely regarded belief that for every person on the planet, there is a twin of you, somewhere out there. Whether you believe this or not, is totally up to you. But if you don’t, I’m going to have to politely request that you fuck off. PLZKTHXBAI!!

Narrow minded jerk. Now where was I?

Oh yes, the twin. Or if you’re a particularly paranoid little vegemite, you have a doppelganger – the evil twin. The one that represents everything that you’re not. However, the definition of an evil deed is a largely subjective matter, but if your inclination is towards the homicidal area of the human mind, then I will have to ask that you too please fuck off.

*Sigh*

There have been a number of times in the past that I have been mistaken for someone else. More often than not, someone’s ex-boyfriend. One other particular blogger has also indicated my resemblance to an old flame, which is kinda concerning. She knows who she is.

My ex-wife once told me that I look like Freddie Prinze Junior, which gave me a warm fuzzy feeling inside. Funnily enough, that’s the same warm fuzzy feeling I get right before I want to slit my wrists and hop in the bathtub. But never mind about that.

I went through the drive-thru at McDonalds, ordered my meal and promptly paid with a smile. Upon proceeding onto the ethereal “next window”, I received the most awful, evil stare from the girl holding the bag containing my grease-food.

“What you did to [such and such] was really nasty. I hate you. I hope you fucking rot in hell!” she lambasted me before handing over the food.

I had no idea what she was banging on about.

However, I did double-check my food for any traces of foreign saliva. I didn’t drink the Coke…

I was once approached down Waymouth Street by a guy who claimed I looked like some other guy. He said that I could’ve been his twin. He gave me a name, and asked if I was somehow related. It didn’t ring a bell.

I once played tennis with a girl who claimed that I looked like her ex-boyfriend. I once had to telephone her to check if she was still available to play for our team, and I got her answering machine. Apparently her mother was screening the calls, and thought that this girl’s psycho ex-boyfriend was trying to call her again. My voice was practically the same as his, and I apparently looked heaps like him.

The ultra weird thing was that this girl also looked like my first ever girlfriend… weird.

It does seem rather strange that I have my twin(s) so close by. If not for the whole bizarreness of it all, but the way it seems to suggest that we’re all inbred hicks in this two-horse berg.

However, I am taking a different approach to these people who claim that I look like such-and-such.

“No I don’t! They look like me!!!”

Semantics, I know. But I’d rather think that people are similar to me, rather than me being similar to them. It’s an ego thing.