November 16, 2005

My Evil Twin

Or possibly my good twin, depending on what you think of me and how much chocolate I've had in a particular day. Squinting at you funnily probably doesn't count as pure evilness, as I seem to do that a lot, even to those I adore. It usually means I'm away with the fairies thinking about something wonderful like my dinner, and haven't recognised you until there's no time to do anything else than grimace in a wicked stepmother kind of way. Hmm, I wonder if there's some sort of facial exercises I can do for a pleasanter disposition to the world at large? Or maybe some sort of smile/forehead brace arrangement?

Anyway… getting back to the actual title of this, if this was Ricki Lake, or Sally Jessy, or even Ms Trisha 'ooh I'm so successful and self-righteous they gave me a surname' Goddard, this title would be in bright yellow italics with some sort of exclamation running along the bottom of the screen, and I would be squirming round on one of those red conference centre chairs, crossing and recrossing my legs, with ridiculously bad hair and pancake make-up courtesy of the studio make-up team, and telling my story by nodding meekly at Sally/Trisha/Ricki whilst they went through the most salient points, and the studio audience thought of some extremely helpful advice for me. They would then announce a A SURPRISE GUEST! and I would of course be completely amazed at the arrival of my very own evil twin. Fancy that. And then it would all degenerate into a slanging match, and there would be tears, and stormings out, and then the eminent pop psychologist would swoop in to save the day, as positive proof that it was actually possible to get good hair and make up from the studio team. And there would be applause. Lots of applause.

But seeing as my hair is behaving itself tonight, I have no make up on, my chair is a rather fetching green swivel with the stuffing popping out, and there is no bossy woman shoving a mic in my face, I shall leave my title unadorned. Also, perhaps more importantly, the problem is that I don't know the identity of my evil twin so there would, alas, be no surprise guest.

All I know is she exists on campus, and on several occasions now has been mistaken for me. This is even more worrying in that today my housemate, who has seen me from all profiles in all weathers (including the almost unrecognisable early morning hair-stuck-to-face look), believed my mysterious doppelganger to be me, in the broad neon of the library.

Apparently, she even dresses like me. Which may even be an insult in itself. I'm not sure about that one yet. Anyway, she is definitely about, prowling campus, seeking to exploit my... erm... obvious... campus-based privileges, like, erm... my spot in the Arts Centre. Obviously.

So yes, if you know her, or you think you know me but you're a tad suspicious, then confront her. She needs to be told that this sort of thing is simply not on. After all, I'm an individual, don'tcha know?

(I know I've pretty much proved that this isn't a crappy talk show, but could I have some applause anyway? Just a teeny tiny whoop? It is Christmas soon, after all…)


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  1. Well do be careful; I think the theory goes that if you touch your doppelganger you explode. Or if you see them it's a sign of imminent death. Or an imminent essay deadline. Either way it's not good… unless you can persuade them to do half of your work for you, that's only fair…

    16 Nov 2005, 01:40

  2. Whoop!

    I had an eveil twin at college, she did the same things as mine- dressed the saem, looked similar. When she was finally pointed out to me by my friends i was fairly insulted as, lets be honest, she was quite ugly. I'm now concerned this makes me ugly…. I haven't thought about this for a while, all my insecurities are rising again.

    Damn.

    16 Nov 2005, 11:05

  3. Eek! I shall now be prepared for a similar horrific revelation…

    Mind you, if I do explode when we finally come face to face then the resulting self-hatred won't last long... that's one consolation. Just as long as I take her out with me…

    16 Nov 2005, 19:24

  4. Suddenly I've got this sinking guilty feeling it might be me. I've got no evidence for this at all, but, you know, just in case, on the off chance, it is me, I'm sorry, I really am.

    16 Nov 2005, 23:20


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