identical (twin?)
THIS blog isn't about completing any resolutions - apart from adhering to the number one on the list - blogging weekly. Tick.
What I've decided to discuss is what has been boggling my mind for the past month.
No, it's not the hard-pressed issues such as what's going on in the Great Barrier Reef (I honestly don't know anything more than the strong words delivered by some Facebook friends), or the issues made contentious at a poetry evening I attended recently for something different, nor is it the bi-election occurring soon. (It's not like I'll forget to vote...the many, mostly daily envelopes keep being delivered to myself and my housemates with the same brochures are a constant reminder! Couldn't they just send us one envelope to share?!)
Anyway - the above really hasn't been playing on my mind. It's been a few instances over the past month that have made me wonder if I have a doppelgänger or an evil twin who I'm guessing is either a pornstar or a stripper.
Because on at least four...let's make it 10 occasions I've met someone for the first time and they've said: Have we met before? Where do I know you from....you look familiar?
They never remember! And I've never met them in my life! Hmmm...maybe I do just have a familiar face but my twin isn't in the sex entertainment industry, but more likely to work at these people's local Woolies or Coles.
I reply awkwardly..."ahh nooo, I don't think we know each other."
This has occurred in all types of circumstances - at work with a client when meeting one of their suppliers, on a night out, and this week, when for work I was wandering around serving pizzas at a charity event.
"Would you like some pizza?" I asked a gentlemen idly standing by himself.
"No, but I'm wondering where I know you from?"
God damn it.
On two of these occasions, two people who I've been with, who don't know each other (not even through mutual friends) have replied on my behalf, "oooh, maybe you recognise her chin!!!"
Unlikely....But for those playing at home I better explain...
I hope this isn't my only claim to fame in what I'm expecting to be a very long-lived lifetime full of fortune... but last year I was proud to be one of the chins for the Leukaemia Foundation's World's Greatest Shave ads....I was on TV and on posters on backs of toilet doors and everything!
(All jokes aside, it's a really great cause - donate here)
I don't think my chin is that distinguishable that people recognise me by it alone! If it is, well I better insure it like how some celebrities ensure their legs!
Yes these moments have been awkward, made even more awkward through my friends trying to help me - but an even more awkward moment recently was a few days ago and wasn't to do with my recognisable chin or otherwise.
We were at a go karting track for work and I mentioned to my new colleague who I haven't had the chance to get to know that well yet: "Is it bad that I enjoy the smell of fuel?"
(By the way - I don't endorse sniffing anything!!!)
She replied that her preference was permanent markers. I disagreed but then said:
"Ahhh...ok. Actually...this may seem weird..but do you know what I really enjoy....the smell of butchers!"
She replied: "Yes, that is weird...and gross. I'm a vegetarian."
"Oh," I replied still reminiscing on the time when you could visit the butchers with your folks and the butcher gave you a cheerio. I think this was phased out in the mid-1990s...
There was nothing more I could say except: "Soooooo....when we first met...did I look familiar?"
The end. I cordially invite you to read this next week...I'm going to post a blog that is a special Valentine's Day edition....
What I've decided to discuss is what has been boggling my mind for the past month.
No, it's not the hard-pressed issues such as what's going on in the Great Barrier Reef (I honestly don't know anything more than the strong words delivered by some Facebook friends), or the issues made contentious at a poetry evening I attended recently for something different, nor is it the bi-election occurring soon. (It's not like I'll forget to vote...the many, mostly daily envelopes keep being delivered to myself and my housemates with the same brochures are a constant reminder! Couldn't they just send us one envelope to share?!)
Anyway - the above really hasn't been playing on my mind. It's been a few instances over the past month that have made me wonder if I have a doppelgänger or an evil twin who I'm guessing is either a pornstar or a stripper.
Because on at least four...let's make it 10 occasions I've met someone for the first time and they've said: Have we met before? Where do I know you from....you look familiar?
They never remember! And I've never met them in my life! Hmmm...maybe I do just have a familiar face but my twin isn't in the sex entertainment industry, but more likely to work at these people's local Woolies or Coles.
I reply awkwardly..."ahh nooo, I don't think we know each other."
This has occurred in all types of circumstances - at work with a client when meeting one of their suppliers, on a night out, and this week, when for work I was wandering around serving pizzas at a charity event.
"Would you like some pizza?" I asked a gentlemen idly standing by himself.
"No, but I'm wondering where I know you from?"
God damn it.
On two of these occasions, two people who I've been with, who don't know each other (not even through mutual friends) have replied on my behalf, "oooh, maybe you recognise her chin!!!"
Unlikely....But for those playing at home I better explain...
I hope this isn't my only claim to fame in what I'm expecting to be a very long-lived lifetime full of fortune... but last year I was proud to be one of the chins for the Leukaemia Foundation's World's Greatest Shave ads....I was on TV and on posters on backs of toilet doors and everything!
(All jokes aside, it's a really great cause - donate here)
I don't think my chin is that distinguishable that people recognise me by it alone! If it is, well I better insure it like how some celebrities ensure their legs!
Yes these moments have been awkward, made even more awkward through my friends trying to help me - but an even more awkward moment recently was a few days ago and wasn't to do with my recognisable chin or otherwise.
We were at a go karting track for work and I mentioned to my new colleague who I haven't had the chance to get to know that well yet: "Is it bad that I enjoy the smell of fuel?"
(By the way - I don't endorse sniffing anything!!!)
She replied that her preference was permanent markers. I disagreed but then said:
"Ahhh...ok. Actually...this may seem weird..but do you know what I really enjoy....the smell of butchers!"
She replied: "Yes, that is weird...and gross. I'm a vegetarian."
"Oh," I replied still reminiscing on the time when you could visit the butchers with your folks and the butcher gave you a cheerio. I think this was phased out in the mid-1990s...
There was nothing more I could say except: "Soooooo....when we first met...did I look familiar?"
The end. I cordially invite you to read this next week...I'm going to post a blog that is a special Valentine's Day edition....
They think they've seen you in Legally Blonde. I wonder if Reese Witherspoon started out as a chin model. MG
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