posted on Apr, 23 2014 @ 04:38 AM
i have never actually met my doppelganger(s). i do know at least one exists, possibly two that i know about. the first case i know about, not only do
we look alike, but we also share the same first name, last name, even down to the first letter of our middle name. to go on top of that at the time
our paths crossed, we also had the exact same signature, close enough that i and a couple others who looked at both together could not find any
differences in them, and impossible to tell apart, maybe a handwriting annalist could, but not a lay person, including myself. which is why i changed
my signature right afterwards. the only difference i know about is that he had to be at least 3 years older than myself (or lied on his job
application, since the job he was doing required someone at least that much older than myself).
it all happened the first year i worked at a theme park as a young teenager. when you did your training you had to sign out the manual relating to
your job, then you would have to turn it in or get charged for it. this was where i first ran into the fact that the other person existed. i went in
to turn in the manual, but the sign out card was for the wrong manual, the signature was correct, it was my signature, but i also knew that i had
checked the card before signing it, and that it should have been the correct card. so i asked them to recheck since the card was for the wrong manual,
sure enough the correct card was right behind where the first one was. in the end at least 3 or 4 people ended up comparing the signatures, and non of
us could tell them apart (slow day at the office, and it was interesting lol). when i went home i mentioned this to my mother. she wasn't all that
surprised except for the signature. it seems that she had called the park to ask if she could drop my application off while she was out that way when
i was in school. the person she talked to, just out of interest asked my name, and when she told him, he replied that he had my application in his
hand. but then again when we needed to pick up prescriptions at the drug store we had to give our phone number since they had at least 7 people with
the same name in their system, so it wasn't a huge thing to find another person with the same name. didn't really think much about it after that.
now all summer at work people kept coming up to me and asking why i had changed uniforms and jobs, since i had just been running a ride. i never
thought to much about it other than to think they were pretty stupid or something, it just never clicked that maybe i should look into it. towards the
end of the season i went to pick up my paycheck, it should have been pretty good since i had put in a lot of overtime. well i got a shock when i
looked at it it was for about the right amount, provided you added another digit to it. so figuring they screwed up i went to payroll, where i was
told it was not an error, but a uniform deduction and to talk to that department. when i went there i was informed that because i didn't turn in my
uniform when i was fired, that they charged me for it. admittedly i threw a bit of a tantrum, stating i didn't turn it in because i needed to be
wearing it for work in about half an hour. then i thought back about the other incident and told them to look me up in the file again. sure enough it
was the next one in the file (morons). so that being dealt with i went on to work. after work i decided to go blow some steam riding rides. i don't
know why i chose to ride a couple that i normally never bothered with, but i did. that was the second shock for the day at 2 of the rides (people
worked in groups of 2 or 3 rides), i got called by name and "told" "what are you doing here, you know you can't be in the park after they fired
you", and no amount of me saying it wasn't me would not stop it, that they were not morons and that anybody could tell it was me and besides i
hadn't even bothered to try to change my voice. they even called bloody management on me. luckily the manager that came was actually MY manager who
knew me well and to be honest they were rather confused by the whole thing since they knew me, knew my job, and couldn't figure out what those morons
were going on about. must have been an interesting "incident report" lol. so i never did get to meet my doppelganger.
the second time i had a run in with a doppelganger (same one?? it was rather distant from the area of the first one), was years later, and
where the first was just frustrating and amusing, this time was downright scary. i was walking to the variety store as per normal, when i saw
"wanted posters" hanging everywhere. now wanted posters are rather unusual to see hanging, so of course i looked at one. i was shocked it was
a rather good picture of ME. crime was rape, and it took place on the bike path just behind my backyard somewhere. needless to say i was a wee bit
freaked out about it. i called a friend who told me i was probably just seeing myself when it didn't really look like me. well they called later and
told me they had seen it on the news and it did look exactly like me. i was a nervous wreck for awhile. then one day in a week or two i was coming out
of the variety store when i felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder and a voice say "we need to talk to you". i was pulled down a bit from the store
and had "badges" flashed at me as a beginning of an interrogation, by two under cover cops. of course i kept denying everything since it wasn't me.
i couldn't provide an alibi, why would i pay attention to where i was who i was with etc, not knowing i needed one? not to mention with the
time it took place i would have been the only one awake, and at home. in the end a couple things saved my butt. the length of my hair is what finally
stopped the interrogation. the cops leaving saying they had to check me out, since apparently anytime i left my house or went to the store they
got tons of calls about me.
while i was still standing there shaking after the questioning, the owner of the variety store came out and took me into his stockroom and sat me down
to calm me down. after i calmed down he filled me in on everything. first he apologized for not saying anything before, but he was told he couldn't
by the cops. the victim was one of the girls who worked for him, someone who i knew from going there all the time. she was a really nice person, we
always talked when she was there. but you know she proved her "niceness" in a surprising way. she knew that her assailant was not me, and even with
everything she had been through, she apparently made a point of pointing me out on the store surveillance telling the cops it was not me. i still
wonder how many of my old neighbors think it was me that did it, considering i was in the middle of moving when it all went down. sometimes a
doppelganger adds things into your life you could do without.