Camomille (teaweed) wrote,
Camomille
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Ever wonder what it would be like to meet yourself?

Today on the train I saw a stranger who might've been my twin. Often I sit on the shady side and stare out the window, watching the scenery slide past. Today there was only a seat on the sunny side, so to keep the sun out of my eyes, I turned in and looked at the other passengers. Sitting across from me was a woman whose demeanor was so like my own, I was rattled. Similar ages (mid to late 20s), similar body shapes (rotund), similar hair styles (medium length, parted, held back with a barrette), both wearing glasses, similar fingernails (medium short, no polish), similar clothes (unfitted, unassuming, lower-middle class, sensible shoes), no make-up. I stared at her for a while, maybe five minutes. She never looked away from the window. At first I tried to decide whether I liked the look of her. Next I was captivated with curiosity about what sort of person she is. We're so similar externally, are we similar internally? When the bench in front of her became vacant, I worked up my nerve and switched seats. I said 'Hello' and she said 'Hi' and then she looked out the window and I looked away too. I looked back at her and she met my glance, and we smiled at each other. I told her I'd been struck by how similar we looked and wondered if we are alike in other ways. She said 'Probably' and that her name is Laura. I told her mine. Our names aren't similar. Then the train made a stop and she got off.

It seems like meeting oneself would be a momentous and meaningful experience. I want to get to know her. Speaking to her felt awkward. I don't know what to think.

P. S. "Awkward" is a weird word. I wonder what the language of origin is, but I'm too lazy to look it up.
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