Ever checked your facebook to see that somebody posted pictures of you, tagged you in a huddle with a bunch of other partyphiles, all teeth for the camera, hair gel and everything; you smile, wondering when were these taken, and whose event was it? Who was with you; or the better question would be, who dragged you, knowing all too well you don’t really dig parties unless of course, you were there with somebody. You slowly scan the faces; not a single soul register a glimmer of recognition, then you stop—realization hitting you that you’re not even looking at yourself. Yes, same smile, forehead, eyebrow, haircut; he even dresses like you do, but nope, you know deep down inside that it isn’t you. Cold sweat start to form in beads round your forehead, trickling slowly as you stare in horror at gentle having a great time at the party with “friends”. What do you do?
It’s still an ongoing case, having just notified the person who tagged ‘me’ with ‘my set of friends’ of her serious error. I told her with all the diplomacy my gentle little heart could muster that her ‘gentle’ looks the part, but nope, sorry she just made a booboo. Its easy for her to make the mistake she did, as I really don’t know her personally. She just requested to be added to my friends list some months ago; and being the gentle person that I am, added her, with no foresight at all that she’ll go cute on me and tag the next person she sees looking like me as ‘gentle’ without even having met me. The nerve! What scares me is what if the person who currently has the ‘gentle’ tag possesses a criminal record? Just imagine the consequence of getting your name mixed up with someone.
But because the foregoing line of reasoning is not in line with the gentle image, I told her with all gentleness that what she did is unfair to the person she tagged, not giving him the chance to shine in the biz and be eventually known for his qualities. I empathize with him, the second-rate-trying-hard gentle, knowing fully well that having a larger shadow looming before you is a curse in show business. Hehehe.
Abangan ang susunod na kabanata.
8 comments:
Freaky.
A couple of years ago, someone did the exact thing to me, they sent me a picture of "me".
Of course I knew that was not me. But he sure looks almost like me...
It isn't the paranormal thing that bothers me. It's the fact that I can't look unique anymore.
Looking forward to the next chapter...
--ndr
i think the other guys looks better than you
heheheh...
hehehe. oh, you mean him? opkors, no doubt. :)
@ beaugarte - so very true.
freaky...
i have the same experience before, just to find out that my friends are actually throwing jokes at me. one of our friends happens to have a boyfriend who pretty much looks like me...
hindi pa nangyayari sakin yan but it would be freaky experience if it did...hehe!
@ wandering & ron.. beaugarte na din - dapat pala e 'da friki ekspiryens' ang taytol ne2... freaky ang common denominator na adjective nyo e. hehehe.
ang sois yal ng mga prends mo.lols
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