Someone saw mine.
Ok, I know, technically “doppelganger” only applies if I saw the other me on my own or if the other me was a ghost. You can look here for more than you ever wanted to know about the word. I did. And I’m going to believe them and go with the vernacular usage here. Someone saw my doppelganger.
Today a co-worker said he thought he saw me at the bagel shop. But it wasn’t me. He said he was sitting quite close to her and while she might be a little bit shorter than me, she looked exactly like me. Then he said, “Do you have a twin sister?” This happens to me all the time. Ok, “all the time” is probably an exaggeration, but it’s my blog, I can use hyperbole if I want to. But really, this is a reoccuring theme in my adult life. Everywhere that I have lived since leaving home for college, people have said to me, “I thought I saw you today, but it wasn’t you. She looked just like you!” It’s sort of creepy. (Mom and Dad, if you have something you would like to tell me about my twin sister from whom I was separated at birth under tragic circumstances, please don’t tell me in the comments here. thanks.)
But on the bus ride home today it got me thinking. If there really is another woman in my town that looks just like me, how would I go about discovering her name so that I can pretend to be her every now and again? I wonder if she knows who I am and sometimes pretends to be me when she wants to do something she shouldn’t. We could be each other’s evil twins, blaming our nefarious deeds on each other…
Mostly I just want to see her so that I can tell all future friends, neighbors, coworkers and aquaintances, “Nope, that wasn’t me, and that chick, she looks NOTHING like me, I’m WAY prettier.”