I was studying some Engineering 45 with David, Simon, and Hillary the other day and in a desperate struggle to discover a blog-worthy topic David started me on the topic of meeting someone that reminds you of a past acquaintance. I’m not sure if it’s more than the average individual, but I remind people of … other people… a lot. This week I’ve reminded someone of a friend back home, another of a cooler version of his brother, another of her current long distance boyfriend. In short, I’m basically everywhere.

Really, I do have a fear that I will meet someone exactly like me. Everyone wants to be special… just like everyone else. My mother tells me I’m unique but that’s little comfort. It just bends back to this sibling-rivalry inducing manifestation of owning at least one thing in this world. When all else fails you can find comfort in the fact that whatever faults you may possess they can be shaped into your individuality (good thing, I’m way more awesome than my brother as well.)

It wouldn’t be all fun and games to meet your clone. Sure you may think, “Ooh, the most-perfectest friend ever, we will like the same foods, play the same games, watch the same movies… Ooh!” Yeah, but no. A perfect mirror image of myself would be nothing more than a thunder stealing, parade raining, words out of my mouth taking, dream crusher. A product so horrible, a product solely designed to perfectly compete with me on every level just pushing you with his pudgy index finger into the ground like the little jackass in the third grade who would steal your newly sharpened pencils just to break off the tips and call you a mommy-loving-pansy if you told.

It’s even made it to the point that if I spot an individual that I feel might be the perfect Kevin replication I shudder in fear, and automatically add Johnny Jerkhole to my mental hate-mail address book. I’m such a fan of complementary friends. People of the exact opposite in nature with just the right core values the same. People that stretch your imagination, people that make you grow and open you up.

But to be perfectly honest, I’m really exaggerating. All of you prepubescent identity-searching teenagers reading today’s blog shouldn’t take the previous words to heart. The truth is, if you can’t beat that thunder stealing, parade raining, words out of your mouth stealing, dream crusher, join him. Join him, and fuse into one super-self that emanates your (Insert Name Here)-ness to the umpteenth level, rendering you invincibly awesome. You may be afraid during the onset, it’s like a rival gang of hoodlums cruising on your turf, totally understandable. But how many times has hatred of rival hoodlum gangs and barricading individuals from entering your space ever worked?

My Engineering 45 professor today told me a story about some warlord who attempted to invade India 16 times, and finally succeeded on the 17^th try. Entirely random? Yes. Historically correct? Questionable. But, Chaos Theory man. Ian from the first Jurassic Park said it best as he describes nature’s innate ability to utterly own our futile attempts to block out our surroundings.

So the lesson is simple. Clones may seem scary. And they are. But they’re not all bad. Unless they’re the bad kind.

Labels: clones, fear, rivals

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