{"id":3883,"date":"2017-06-22T15:12:13","date_gmt":"2017-06-22T13:12:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=3883"},"modified":"2023-02-07T14:46:10","modified_gmt":"2023-02-07T13:46:10","slug":"my-doppelganger","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=3883","title":{"rendered":"My Doppelganger"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_3884\" style=\"width: 192px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/06\/what-others-see.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3884\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-3884\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/06\/what-others-see-182x300.jpg?resize=182%2C300&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"182\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/06\/what-others-see.jpg?resize=182%2C300&amp;ssl=1 182w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/06\/what-others-see.jpg?w=415&amp;ssl=1 415w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 182px) 100vw, 182px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-3884\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Title: My Existential Angst<\/p><\/div>\n<p>I\u2019m on the tram sweating audibly into a small puddle on the floor. I am capable of sweating in biblical proportions and pretty soon I expect to see pairs of animals running alongside the tram. In the hopes of distracting myself from the misery caused by traveling through a steaming hot city in a metal box with no shade in sight, I am looking at the faces of pedestrians. Happy, cool pedestrians.<\/p>\n<p>Then I see a guy I know as an acquaintance. He\u2019s the husband of another acquaintance, a nice enough chap. He\u2019s short and brown-haired, he\u2019s stocky. He is swinging his arms as he huffs along down the street in the determined yet stuttered stride of the short-legged. It then dawns on me that he looks exactly like me. He is my Doppelganger. This troubles me.<\/p>\n<p>Like many men, I consider myself far better looking than is evidential in the aesthetics of my biological makeup. This guy is OK looking, but he&#8217;s not exactly handsome. Reason states that if I am his Doppelganger and he&#8217;s not handsome, well, guess what? I am seeing what everyone else is seeing. A short, stocky dude chugging down the road like a Hobbit heading towards a tavern. And if that\u2019s what we all see when he\u2019s walking down the road, that\u2019s what they all see when I\u2019m walking down the road.<\/p>\n<p>As a side issue, this damages my (I think reasonable) perception of my life as a movie. Let\u2019s be honest, people. We all do it. We have a voice over bespeaking thusly of drama to come or just come above an Ennio Morricone soundtrack. And why not? Our lives are essentially movies, aren\u2019t they? A mix of cringe and romantic comedies, moments of erotica, drama, adventure, and horror, interrupting the 97.3% of our lives that encompasses watching Frasier, scrolling Facebook, and asking people what they want to do that night.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->But the real issue is that I am getting a glimpse of what strangers see when they see me. We usually don\u2019t apply dimensions or develop a personality for someone we see walking down the street. I don\u2019t think about what their friends like about them or if they are reliable or not. If I notice them at all, I make a very hasty judgment usually based on how good-looking they are and depending on the outcome of that, I decide whether or not to imagine them in their underpants. Now I am getting that unbiased view of myself. Remove the sense of humor and the personality, and this is physically what others see. And I definitely don\u2019t want to picture him (me, us) in his (my, our) underpants. It\u2019s like being shown a picture of myself drunk at a party. The horror.<\/p>\n<p>I careen towards a bright side by joking that I might hop off&nbsp; the tram and suggest to my Doppelganger that we tramp off to a pub in Middle Earth. It\u2019s almost time for elevenses. I come out of my funk to realize that I am almost at school and I am cooler. So aside from ten minutes of a crippling existential angst that threatened to send me into a desperate spiral of self loathing, I have stopped sweating. I&#8217;m counting this as a win.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I\u2019m on the tram sweating audibly into a small puddle on the floor. I am capable of sweating in biblical proportions and pretty soon I expect to see pairs of animals running alongside the tram. 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