posted on Sep, 9 2009 @ 11:32 PM
Bots on ATS!
The sad part was, I read half way through the first paragraph before I realized it! I felt so silly!
Speaking on the issue of Dops, though, I've met mine. He's a pretty good guy, but he pissed me off. My sister actually met the guy one day.
Grabbed him at a VERY large shopping mall in Houston, proceeded to "OMG, what are you doing here" and so on. My sister is a very dominant person if
you she knows you. She wheeled him to the food court, yammering on and on about her life. They got to the table, and she's still just yapping away.
Keep in mind, my sis is about 5'10, long black hair, bright green eyes... beautiful to most people. I suppose I can understand his lack of just
outing the fact that he wasn't me.
But she was TWO FEET from him. Sis and I had spent our LIVES together until she moved out a year prior. She was always my best friend and we know
each other better than anyone else. She finally got the clue that something was wrong and stopped to ask 'me' what was up. He told her he didn't
have a clue who she was. About twenty minutes went by with her challenging him on every aspect of his life, thinking he was playing a game before he
whipped out his ID, pictures of his fiancee, parents, and so on.
I was in the service at the time, but when I got home on leave, she dragged me down there to meet him. The two had become pretty fast friends. When
he met us in the courtyard, I was floored. Felt dizzy for a moment because I was looking in a mirror... only... there wasn't one. I had the
breifest moment of confusion where I felt like I wasn't really me, but HE was. Our eyes were the exact same color, though his hair was a bit
darker and longer. He hadn't seen as much sun as I, but our physical stature, bone structure, etc, was visibly exact. Sis took pictures, sent them
to my dad who was also dumbfounded.
Nothing too weird happened. But it made me think of a few things. We had similar scars. I'd had a few that he didn't, he had a few that I did,
but all the scars we each obtained before the age of 12 were almost identical. One above the right knee, from different things. One on the left
wrist from the same thing... (running by a chain-link fence and one of hte upper-barbs hooked into the wrist... not a thing you'd think would happen
to alot of people...)
He and sister have since remained friends, but it was just too creepy for me. I've met him on a few occasions, but it was too strange for either of
us. It would take a long time to go into specific detail as to why, but it was, nonetheless. I take a weird bit of satisfaction knowing that he is
leading the type of life I originally set out to have. He had the opportunity to join the service and went the education route instead. I chose the
service. We're both happy, but he is happy in the naive gullible way. He's... too innocent. I feel like I'm the bad twin whenever we're around
each other lol!