I was looking through some old editions of magazines featuring people in my workplace when I had this strange feeling as I saw this picture.The guy with the white shirt and tie looks like me.
In fact even my own mother would swear it was me.
The more I looked at the picture the more it intrigued me. Many times in my life people come up to me and talk to me as if I'm somebody else. Or even tell me I look like somebody else. I even did a post about this subject.
What's even more spooky is that this brother from another mother even has my first name.
When I showed this pic to the wife, she said," so what, it's you."
I said look again. She said, "but he even holds his hand just like you"
He even has the same shaped gut.
There is only one basic difference, I always wear glasses and my twin doesn't, but then again, I'm not so sure about that.
I hope he doesn't plan on a career in crime, I can just see myself in a police lineup being identified as the criminal.
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There was a duplicate of me running a karaoke every Monday night at a local bar. Haggy women would approach me like they were my best friends all the time. I went and saw me there and it was eerie. The guy was me. The place got freaked out. How could he be there, then in completely different clothes over there? I left a confused room full of wannabe singing middle aged women there and got a haircut. The weirdness stopped. He's not there anymore. Fucked up. I know how you feel.
Apparently, I look like a number of people - seems to be one in every place I go.
Parallel life, Lexcen ...
But I can also rely to what jp says. I have experienced the same as a teacher ... and she was really a bitch. She came to the school where i worked and made strange things, but one day I also came in where she was, at the same time as she was bulshitting ... Then it became clear for everyone that she was not me.
(A long story, full of "shit")
Imagine to be hitchhiking abroad when getting a lift by a very agitated elderly gentleman who does not let you say a word but lectures you on the dangers of hitchhiking and how he has always told you to call him when you need transportation and what are you doing here anyway and take off that long hair wig and don't you dare contradict and where on earth did you get that fake passport and don't you know ...
Letting him call my real parents turned out to be not that good an idea: They were not fond of hitchhiking either.
e. WOW! that must have been some experience.
This makes me consider the other possibility that we might be doubles for somebody that is already dead. Maybe that's why people keep seeing Elvis after all these years.
It would be so neat if you could meet your twin and tell us all about it.
In the case of any potential doppelganger or twin, I wonder if I'm the evil one?
lamb, I'll certainly tell you if we ever meet.
Stucco, good question.
They say we all have a double, somewhere.
I bet you're far cooler than that guy, though.
lexcen said:
Maybe that's why people keep seeing Elvis after all these years.
But I am Elvis!
B/S, there's enough Saddam Hussein clones out there to make you wonder if he's really dead.
Michael, I'm so cool, I'm a legend in my own lunchbox.
And so hip you can't see over your own pelvis, too, no doubt...
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