Everyone has a twin somewhere.I know someone who looks just like you.
It’s all the rage these days and I, for one, am not a fan.
You see, I have sisters. Two to be exact. I already have two people who look like me, or I look like them, or we look like each other.
I spent the better part of my childhood and young adult years being referred to, and addressed by my last name, “Miller.” Not so much because my sisters and I look that much alike but that there were three of us and remembering who was who was too much work.
I’ve shared clothes, borrowed clothes (without permission), banged on bathroom doors, waited for the shower, fought over watching “Jem” or “Guiding Light,” and shared bedrooms. It’s all great and I learned how to compromise, get along with others (if I have to), do what’s best for the group etc. I also appreciated very much when I moved out that everything was MINE.
So you can imagine my slight paranoia when I hear that it might be an actual fact that we all have a twin roaming arround out there. This is disturbing because I, at times, already feel like I am 1/3 of triplets so I don’t know what I’d do if I found out I was 1/4 of a set of quads.
If my doppelgänger is out there, I don’t want to seem inhospitable, but — please stay lost.
I have already had my “you look like” experience. I’m good. My sisters are good.
It may sound selfish but I don’t want to share clothes, a bedroom or a bathroom again. I don’t want to braid your hair, have you braid mine, or make friendship bracelets together.
I will just bask over here in the illusion that I am me, the only one, an original. You know, Miller.
Sunshine & Sarcasm,
Lowi & G