When I first saw him I found it odd that I have a doppleganger. Not many people have the same color hair as I do, let alone wear it in a similar fashion. Even as I thought it, I told myself that I was misapplying the term \doppleganger"" to someone who merely looked like me and not one who shares a similar experience and outlook on life. I may be wrong.
If you could apply doppleganger to fashion it would be appropriate because we wear items of the same genre, although he is a little more out there with the Rolling Stone seasonal fashion certain something, while I prefer to master the art of wearing denim. He also appears to use more hair products than I do, with his hair laying flatter and more purposeful.
Other factors add to the appropriateness of the term doppleganger. Not only does he work for the opposing school newspaper, but he also works for the ad staff. An ad staff worker, who must be there just about every day and talk to businesses to collect accurate information and gets paid for it, is basically the opposite of a columnist who e-mails his columns, has no immediate need for accuracy and does not get paid at all.
My doppleganger wears a goatee very similar to one I occasionally toyed with in high school and early college. The beard and his slightly smaller stature led me to dub him ""Evil Me"" and refer to him in conversation as such. The name has nothing to do with the actual morality of the fellow. I am probably more evil in fact, and I am at least more uncouth. I just used certain clich??s to construct to a suitably catchy pseudonym. I am known to his friends as Other Paul.
Now you begin to see why I may actually be the more morally bankrupt of the pair for foisting such an undesirable name on someone. I don't know.
But how do I know that his friends call me Other Paul if I don't know the man? Well, apparently we are both on the same great social web. He walked in to the first party I went to after I got back from my summer in Tennessee. I immediately began swearing loudly and shouting to my friends that Evil Me had arrived. Some by-standers were awe-struck and he seemed a little nervous.
After passing by his friends, who shouted that the Cardinal sucks (both my doppleganger and I were aware of our newspaper loyalties after the last Cardinal-Herald softball event), I managed inform him of my plan to create a spectacle. He just stared at me and didn't say much.
The very next night he showed up at my very own house with the very same friends. I continued the same pattern of talking loudly and irritatingly about him, but also got in close to converse with him and his friends. This is how I know that they call me Other Paul. We stood by the keg and chatted and drank and everything was quite alright as people marveled and drank. Everything was fine but one thing: I don't think I got him to agree to box me.
Who wants to see a doppleganger fight? I think that this is just the sort of beastly spectacle people want, with just the right rationalization to allow even the pacifistic to watch. It is entertainment on multiple levels. It works on the level of pure comedy entertainment because I don't think either of us can box'don't worry pacifists'and the level of drama because we will presumably be fighting for our own identities.
Yes, the winner will get to keep his hair and the loser must cut it short and shave the goatee (that's gamesmanship right there). Please respond if you'd like to see this sort of thing.
I think it's a real entertainment blockbuster waiting to happen, and it didn't take a Swede to think of it, just me and the existence of my doppleganger.
