My so called "twin"
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This is getting far more intriguing. I may have mentioned this in the past, I seem to recall a joke or two about "fight club" (which I did not understand, but I have since watched - intriguing, but hopefully not the case). I was reminded I haven't mentioned this recently when I mentioned gambling. Since that was how this started. History: I do NOT have a twin brother as far as I know. When I go to Ruidoso, I am 50% of the time approached by locals who congradulate me on my winnings at the Casino. I do not gamble, and although I have walked through the casino on non-crowded hours, I have not put a dime in a machine (I have purchased some native american flute music from the CD rack in the back in the smokeshop, but that is it). They are adamant that it was me, some even having approached me close enough to shake my hand at the table. Supposedly this guy plays the card games, poker and blackjack, and rakes in a small fortune from which a small portion goes to the ladies under each arm (I barely remember the last time that "a" woman was under an arm, there has never been two). Current: The latest occurance is running into folks at Siggraph from a nearby town, Las Cruces, where I used to live. They were from the University there. They also swear they have seen me there. Although I have, in the past year, considered going back to school, I have yet to re-enroll. This is beginning to sound like elvis sightings, but the whole idea is rather intriguing. I am familiar with the idea that eye-witness testimony is often way off, but there have been dozens of people and all very, very sure of themselves. Only four recently with this university sighting, but I am more curious than ever. The "fight club" concept, although interesting, I do not think is possible with this latest sighting. I work 12 hours a day (1 hour commute, work, 1 hour commute back), which makes these sightings when I am publically visible at another location. Sorry, not possible. So we are back with the other possibilities: A) This guy actually does look like me, I am curious how much B) We both have a face no one actually pays attention to, and therefore look like what ever the witness wants us to, but really look nothing alike. C) We simply have the same taste in clothes, no one pays attention to the rest. I am considering increasing my trips to Ruidoso to find this guy, possibly even trying to find out when he visits the Casino. I may not gamble, but I have an insatiable curiosity and this is getting to me. _________________________
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This is getting far more intriguing. I may have mentioned this in the past, I seem to recall a joke or two about "fight club" (which I did not understand, but I have since watched - intriguing, but hopefully not the case). I was reminded I haven't mentioned this recently when I mentioned gambling. Since that was how this started. History: I do NOT have a twin brother as far as I know. When I go to Ruidoso, I am 50% of the time approached by locals who congradulate me on my winnings at the Casino. I do not gamble, and although I have walked through the casino on non-crowded hours, I have not put a dime in a machine (I have purchased some native american flute music from the CD rack in the back in the smokeshop, but that is it). They are adamant that it was me, some even having approached me close enough to shake my hand at the table. Supposedly this guy plays the card games, poker and blackjack, and rakes in a small fortune from which a small portion goes to the ladies under each arm (I barely remember the last time that "a" woman was under an arm, there has never been two). Current: The latest occurance is running into folks at Siggraph from a nearby town, Las Cruces, where I used to live. They were from the University there. They also swear they have seen me there. Although I have, in the past year, considered going back to school, I have yet to re-enroll. This is beginning to sound like elvis sightings, but the whole idea is rather intriguing. I am familiar with the idea that eye-witness testimony is often way off, but there have been dozens of people and all very, very sure of themselves. Only four recently with this university sighting, but I am more curious than ever. The "fight club" concept, although interesting, I do not think is possible with this latest sighting. I work 12 hours a day (1 hour commute, work, 1 hour commute back), which makes these sightings when I am publically visible at another location. Sorry, not possible. So we are back with the other possibilities: A) This guy actually does look like me, I am curious how much B) We both have a face no one actually pays attention to, and therefore look like what ever the witness wants us to, but really look nothing alike. C) We simply have the same taste in clothes, no one pays attention to the rest. I am considering increasing my trips to Ruidoso to find this guy, possibly even trying to find out when he visits the Casino. I may not gamble, but I have an insatiable curiosity and this is getting to me. _________________________
Jeffry J. Brickley wrote: I am considering increasing my trips to Ruidoso to find this guy, possibly even trying to find out when he visits the Casino. I may not gamble, but I have an insatiable curiosity and this is getting to me. Ok so this won't explain the latest occurance, but are you sure the people you meet in Ruidoso don't work for the casinos? It sounds like the perfect plot to get people to visit. :rolleyes: Jeffry J. Brickley wrote: The "fight club" concept, although interesting, I do not think is possible with this latest sighting How do you know you are really working 12 hours a day, and that you haven't been telling yourself you're going to work in the morning before your second self takes over and you go somewhere else? Check your shirts for perfume on the sleves, and check your bathtub for explosives... :omg:
Ðavid Wulff Audioscrobbler :: flickr Die Freiheit spielt auf allen Geigen (video)
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Jeffry J. Brickley wrote: I am considering increasing my trips to Ruidoso to find this guy, possibly even trying to find out when he visits the Casino. I may not gamble, but I have an insatiable curiosity and this is getting to me. Ok so this won't explain the latest occurance, but are you sure the people you meet in Ruidoso don't work for the casinos? It sounds like the perfect plot to get people to visit. :rolleyes: Jeffry J. Brickley wrote: The "fight club" concept, although interesting, I do not think is possible with this latest sighting How do you know you are really working 12 hours a day, and that you haven't been telling yourself you're going to work in the morning before your second self takes over and you go somewhere else? Check your shirts for perfume on the sleves, and check your bathtub for explosives... :omg:
Ðavid Wulff Audioscrobbler :: flickr Die Freiheit spielt auf allen Geigen (video)
David Wulff wrote: Ok so this won't explain the latest occurance, but are you sure the people you meet in Ruidoso don't work for the casinos? It sounds like the perfect plot to get people to visit. They work at the 7-11, crystal shop, incense shop, art galleries, etc? They might get me to visit, throwing down money would be much more difficult. David Wulff wrote: How do you know you are really working 12 hours a day, and that you haven't been telling yourself you're going to work in the morning before your second self takes over and you go somewhere else? Check your shirts for perfume on the sleves, and check your bathtub for explosives... Well, if I am not working a 12 hour day, either I am shaving off time from a 50 mile one-way commute over restricted access land (no shortcuts), or I am a better programmer than I claim to be since I still out-release larger software groups within the military. No perfume on the sleeves, or lipstick on the collars -- except one shirt with perfume (that was from a customer who always has to hug me -- extremely uncomfortable for self-professed hermit). The only thing in the tub is a bit of soap scum I need to clean this weekend. ;P _________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
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David Wulff wrote: Ok so this won't explain the latest occurance, but are you sure the people you meet in Ruidoso don't work for the casinos? It sounds like the perfect plot to get people to visit. They work at the 7-11, crystal shop, incense shop, art galleries, etc? They might get me to visit, throwing down money would be much more difficult. David Wulff wrote: How do you know you are really working 12 hours a day, and that you haven't been telling yourself you're going to work in the morning before your second self takes over and you go somewhere else? Check your shirts for perfume on the sleves, and check your bathtub for explosives... Well, if I am not working a 12 hour day, either I am shaving off time from a 50 mile one-way commute over restricted access land (no shortcuts), or I am a better programmer than I claim to be since I still out-release larger software groups within the military. No perfume on the sleeves, or lipstick on the collars -- except one shirt with perfume (that was from a customer who always has to hug me -- extremely uncomfortable for self-professed hermit). The only thing in the tub is a bit of soap scum I need to clean this weekend. ;P _________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
Jeffry J. Brickley wrote: The only thing in the tub is a bit of soap Uh oh... you realise Tyler Durden was a soap salesman, right? Do you have any liposuction clinics nearby that have recently reported breakins? I think the evidence is mounting. :omg:
Ðavid Wulff Audioscrobbler :: flickr Die Freiheit spielt auf allen Geigen (video)
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Jeffry J. Brickley wrote: The only thing in the tub is a bit of soap Uh oh... you realise Tyler Durden was a soap salesman, right? Do you have any liposuction clinics nearby that have recently reported breakins? I think the evidence is mounting. :omg:
Ðavid Wulff Audioscrobbler :: flickr Die Freiheit spielt auf allen Geigen (video)
David Wulff wrote: Uh oh... you realise Tyler Durden was a soap salesman, right? Actually I had forgotten until you mentioned it.... however, I think there are other reasons for soap scum... like I actually shower in there! Though I do wake up exhausted every morning. :omg: ;P edit: and the occasional unexplainable bruise.... :omg: _________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
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David Wulff wrote: Uh oh... you realise Tyler Durden was a soap salesman, right? Actually I had forgotten until you mentioned it.... however, I think there are other reasons for soap scum... like I actually shower in there! Though I do wake up exhausted every morning. :omg: ;P edit: and the occasional unexplainable bruise.... :omg: _________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
I think it's time you installed internal CCTV, just to be sure.
Ðavid Wulff Audioscrobbler :: flickr Die Freiheit spielt auf allen Geigen (video)
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I think it's time you installed internal CCTV, just to be sure.
Ðavid Wulff Audioscrobbler :: flickr Die Freiheit spielt auf allen Geigen (video)
David Wulff wrote: I think it's time you installed internal CCTV, just to be sure. See the Saturday Morning Horrors thread in SoapBox.... The last thing the world needs is taped videos of me. _________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
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This is getting far more intriguing. I may have mentioned this in the past, I seem to recall a joke or two about "fight club" (which I did not understand, but I have since watched - intriguing, but hopefully not the case). I was reminded I haven't mentioned this recently when I mentioned gambling. Since that was how this started. History: I do NOT have a twin brother as far as I know. When I go to Ruidoso, I am 50% of the time approached by locals who congradulate me on my winnings at the Casino. I do not gamble, and although I have walked through the casino on non-crowded hours, I have not put a dime in a machine (I have purchased some native american flute music from the CD rack in the back in the smokeshop, but that is it). They are adamant that it was me, some even having approached me close enough to shake my hand at the table. Supposedly this guy plays the card games, poker and blackjack, and rakes in a small fortune from which a small portion goes to the ladies under each arm (I barely remember the last time that "a" woman was under an arm, there has never been two). Current: The latest occurance is running into folks at Siggraph from a nearby town, Las Cruces, where I used to live. They were from the University there. They also swear they have seen me there. Although I have, in the past year, considered going back to school, I have yet to re-enroll. This is beginning to sound like elvis sightings, but the whole idea is rather intriguing. I am familiar with the idea that eye-witness testimony is often way off, but there have been dozens of people and all very, very sure of themselves. Only four recently with this university sighting, but I am more curious than ever. The "fight club" concept, although interesting, I do not think is possible with this latest sighting. I work 12 hours a day (1 hour commute, work, 1 hour commute back), which makes these sightings when I am publically visible at another location. Sorry, not possible. So we are back with the other possibilities: A) This guy actually does look like me, I am curious how much B) We both have a face no one actually pays attention to, and therefore look like what ever the witness wants us to, but really look nothing alike. C) We simply have the same taste in clothes, no one pays attention to the rest. I am considering increasing my trips to Ruidoso to find this guy, possibly even trying to find out when he visits the Casino. I may not gamble, but I have an insatiable curiosity and this is getting to me. _________________________
Maybe you have a doppelganger[^]. In which case you should definitely NOT go back to the casino as it's supposed to be a bad omen if you were to see you're own doppelganger. You might also be exhibiting bilocation. BW
Meanwhile, behind the facade of this innocent looking bookstore...
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Maybe you have a doppelganger[^]. In which case you should definitely NOT go back to the casino as it's supposed to be a bad omen if you were to see you're own doppelganger. You might also be exhibiting bilocation. BW
Meanwhile, behind the facade of this innocent looking bookstore...
brianwelsch wrote: Maybe you have a doppelganger[^]. In which case you should definitely NOT go back to the casino as it's supposed to be a bad omen if you were to see you're own doppelganger. You might also be exhibiting bilocation. I prefer the idea of a mix-up at birth (in Germany), I really do have a twin (who came here with the German Air Force), and I am not related at all genetically to my family.... Though I recognize the latter as wishful thinking, so I generally discard it. :-O _________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
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brianwelsch wrote: Maybe you have a doppelganger[^]. In which case you should definitely NOT go back to the casino as it's supposed to be a bad omen if you were to see you're own doppelganger. You might also be exhibiting bilocation. I prefer the idea of a mix-up at birth (in Germany), I really do have a twin (who came here with the German Air Force), and I am not related at all genetically to my family.... Though I recognize the latter as wishful thinking, so I generally discard it. :-O _________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
They do have home DNA kits now. Though, why ruin a perfectly good dream with reality. ;) I'd also offer up the idea that you dreamed you went to the casino, but you did buy a CD. It's tough to pull those out of a dream. BW
Meanwhile, behind the facade of this innocent looking bookstore...
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They do have home DNA kits now. Though, why ruin a perfectly good dream with reality. ;) I'd also offer up the idea that you dreamed you went to the casino, but you did buy a CD. It's tough to pull those out of a dream. BW
Meanwhile, behind the facade of this innocent looking bookstore...
brianwelsch wrote: They do have home DNA kits now. Though, why ruin a perfectly good dream with reality. That is why I haven't. brianwelsch wrote: but you did buy a CD. It's tough to pull those out of a dream. Got several from there. I think I am the only person who buys CDs from the smokeshop at the casino. They just have a good collection of artists I can't find elsewhere. If I find out when this other guy is there, I'll just change when I buy the CDs to fit that schedule. And increase the trips to more than twice a year. (ruidoso is every month, but the casino is max twice a year) _________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
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This is getting far more intriguing. I may have mentioned this in the past, I seem to recall a joke or two about "fight club" (which I did not understand, but I have since watched - intriguing, but hopefully not the case). I was reminded I haven't mentioned this recently when I mentioned gambling. Since that was how this started. History: I do NOT have a twin brother as far as I know. When I go to Ruidoso, I am 50% of the time approached by locals who congradulate me on my winnings at the Casino. I do not gamble, and although I have walked through the casino on non-crowded hours, I have not put a dime in a machine (I have purchased some native american flute music from the CD rack in the back in the smokeshop, but that is it). They are adamant that it was me, some even having approached me close enough to shake my hand at the table. Supposedly this guy plays the card games, poker and blackjack, and rakes in a small fortune from which a small portion goes to the ladies under each arm (I barely remember the last time that "a" woman was under an arm, there has never been two). Current: The latest occurance is running into folks at Siggraph from a nearby town, Las Cruces, where I used to live. They were from the University there. They also swear they have seen me there. Although I have, in the past year, considered going back to school, I have yet to re-enroll. This is beginning to sound like elvis sightings, but the whole idea is rather intriguing. I am familiar with the idea that eye-witness testimony is often way off, but there have been dozens of people and all very, very sure of themselves. Only four recently with this university sighting, but I am more curious than ever. The "fight club" concept, although interesting, I do not think is possible with this latest sighting. I work 12 hours a day (1 hour commute, work, 1 hour commute back), which makes these sightings when I am publically visible at another location. Sorry, not possible. So we are back with the other possibilities: A) This guy actually does look like me, I am curious how much B) We both have a face no one actually pays attention to, and therefore look like what ever the witness wants us to, but really look nothing alike. C) We simply have the same taste in clothes, no one pays attention to the rest. I am considering increasing my trips to Ruidoso to find this guy, possibly even trying to find out when he visits the Casino. I may not gamble, but I have an insatiable curiosity and this is getting to me. _________________________
"Twins" - but are you Arnie or Danny deVito ? The tigress is here :-D
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"Twins" - but are you Arnie or Danny deVito ? The tigress is here :-D
Trollslayer wrote: but are you Arnie or Danny deVito DeVito of course, just taller and larger, and less handsome. ;P _________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
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Trollslayer wrote: but are you Arnie or Danny deVito DeVito of course, just taller and larger, and less handsome. ;P _________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
Jeffry J. Brickley wrote: DeVito of course, just taller and larger, and less handsome. So does that mean I get Kelly Preston or Chloe Webb. ;P _________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
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This is getting far more intriguing. I may have mentioned this in the past, I seem to recall a joke or two about "fight club" (which I did not understand, but I have since watched - intriguing, but hopefully not the case). I was reminded I haven't mentioned this recently when I mentioned gambling. Since that was how this started. History: I do NOT have a twin brother as far as I know. When I go to Ruidoso, I am 50% of the time approached by locals who congradulate me on my winnings at the Casino. I do not gamble, and although I have walked through the casino on non-crowded hours, I have not put a dime in a machine (I have purchased some native american flute music from the CD rack in the back in the smokeshop, but that is it). They are adamant that it was me, some even having approached me close enough to shake my hand at the table. Supposedly this guy plays the card games, poker and blackjack, and rakes in a small fortune from which a small portion goes to the ladies under each arm (I barely remember the last time that "a" woman was under an arm, there has never been two). Current: The latest occurance is running into folks at Siggraph from a nearby town, Las Cruces, where I used to live. They were from the University there. They also swear they have seen me there. Although I have, in the past year, considered going back to school, I have yet to re-enroll. This is beginning to sound like elvis sightings, but the whole idea is rather intriguing. I am familiar with the idea that eye-witness testimony is often way off, but there have been dozens of people and all very, very sure of themselves. Only four recently with this university sighting, but I am more curious than ever. The "fight club" concept, although interesting, I do not think is possible with this latest sighting. I work 12 hours a day (1 hour commute, work, 1 hour commute back), which makes these sightings when I am publically visible at another location. Sorry, not possible. So we are back with the other possibilities: A) This guy actually does look like me, I am curious how much B) We both have a face no one actually pays attention to, and therefore look like what ever the witness wants us to, but really look nothing alike. C) We simply have the same taste in clothes, no one pays attention to the rest. I am considering increasing my trips to Ruidoso to find this guy, possibly even trying to find out when he visits the Casino. I may not gamble, but I have an insatiable curiosity and this is getting to me. _________________________
Have you reported this to plant security? A hostile foreign power may be setting up for a switch in order to insert a mole in your site.:suss: Either that, or your evil twin is having far more fun than you.:cool: "...a photo album is like Life, but flat and stuck to pages." - Shog9
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Have you reported this to plant security? A hostile foreign power may be setting up for a switch in order to insert a mole in your site.:suss: Either that, or your evil twin is having far more fun than you.:cool: "...a photo album is like Life, but flat and stuck to pages." - Shog9
Roger Wright wrote: Either that, or your evil twin is having far more fun than you. you never know... if I visit often enough I may bump into one or both of the ladies under his arm... and if THEY mistake me for him, it could prove interesting.... With my luck, though, then I'd find out where the rest of the money [my twin's winnings at the table] goes... ouch.... _________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
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This is getting far more intriguing. I may have mentioned this in the past, I seem to recall a joke or two about "fight club" (which I did not understand, but I have since watched - intriguing, but hopefully not the case). I was reminded I haven't mentioned this recently when I mentioned gambling. Since that was how this started. History: I do NOT have a twin brother as far as I know. When I go to Ruidoso, I am 50% of the time approached by locals who congradulate me on my winnings at the Casino. I do not gamble, and although I have walked through the casino on non-crowded hours, I have not put a dime in a machine (I have purchased some native american flute music from the CD rack in the back in the smokeshop, but that is it). They are adamant that it was me, some even having approached me close enough to shake my hand at the table. Supposedly this guy plays the card games, poker and blackjack, and rakes in a small fortune from which a small portion goes to the ladies under each arm (I barely remember the last time that "a" woman was under an arm, there has never been two). Current: The latest occurance is running into folks at Siggraph from a nearby town, Las Cruces, where I used to live. They were from the University there. They also swear they have seen me there. Although I have, in the past year, considered going back to school, I have yet to re-enroll. This is beginning to sound like elvis sightings, but the whole idea is rather intriguing. I am familiar with the idea that eye-witness testimony is often way off, but there have been dozens of people and all very, very sure of themselves. Only four recently with this university sighting, but I am more curious than ever. The "fight club" concept, although interesting, I do not think is possible with this latest sighting. I work 12 hours a day (1 hour commute, work, 1 hour commute back), which makes these sightings when I am publically visible at another location. Sorry, not possible. So we are back with the other possibilities: A) This guy actually does look like me, I am curious how much B) We both have a face no one actually pays attention to, and therefore look like what ever the witness wants us to, but really look nothing alike. C) We simply have the same taste in clothes, no one pays attention to the rest. I am considering increasing my trips to Ruidoso to find this guy, possibly even trying to find out when he visits the Casino. I may not gamble, but I have an insatiable curiosity and this is getting to me. _________________________
Have you considered that you may have multiple personalities and that when you switch to one of those "alters" and you go gambling and are a "ladies man" ?? I'm serious! I have a friend who has MPD and has about 8 different personalities. She has found herself in some pretty strange and interesting circumstances when she "awoke" from one of her alters. She's otherwise "normal" and leads a "normal" life -- has a job, apartment, etc. Were you severely abused as a child? She was and that's why she has so many alters. It's what helped her survive. If not, perhaps your dream world is entering the real world -- LOL :laugh:
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This is getting far more intriguing. I may have mentioned this in the past, I seem to recall a joke or two about "fight club" (which I did not understand, but I have since watched - intriguing, but hopefully not the case). I was reminded I haven't mentioned this recently when I mentioned gambling. Since that was how this started. History: I do NOT have a twin brother as far as I know. When I go to Ruidoso, I am 50% of the time approached by locals who congradulate me on my winnings at the Casino. I do not gamble, and although I have walked through the casino on non-crowded hours, I have not put a dime in a machine (I have purchased some native american flute music from the CD rack in the back in the smokeshop, but that is it). They are adamant that it was me, some even having approached me close enough to shake my hand at the table. Supposedly this guy plays the card games, poker and blackjack, and rakes in a small fortune from which a small portion goes to the ladies under each arm (I barely remember the last time that "a" woman was under an arm, there has never been two). Current: The latest occurance is running into folks at Siggraph from a nearby town, Las Cruces, where I used to live. They were from the University there. They also swear they have seen me there. Although I have, in the past year, considered going back to school, I have yet to re-enroll. This is beginning to sound like elvis sightings, but the whole idea is rather intriguing. I am familiar with the idea that eye-witness testimony is often way off, but there have been dozens of people and all very, very sure of themselves. Only four recently with this university sighting, but I am more curious than ever. The "fight club" concept, although interesting, I do not think is possible with this latest sighting. I work 12 hours a day (1 hour commute, work, 1 hour commute back), which makes these sightings when I am publically visible at another location. Sorry, not possible. So we are back with the other possibilities: A) This guy actually does look like me, I am curious how much B) We both have a face no one actually pays attention to, and therefore look like what ever the witness wants us to, but really look nothing alike. C) We simply have the same taste in clothes, no one pays attention to the rest. I am considering increasing my trips to Ruidoso to find this guy, possibly even trying to find out when he visits the Casino. I may not gamble, but I have an insatiable curiosity and this is getting to me. _________________________
I get this all the time. I think it's just because everyone knows that someday I'll be good looking, famous and incredibly wealthy. They want to get to know me while it's still affordable to do so.;P
My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will finish this project, in this life or the next. Slightly modified " from Gladiator. Code-frog System Architects, Inc.
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Have you considered that you may have multiple personalities and that when you switch to one of those "alters" and you go gambling and are a "ladies man" ?? I'm serious! I have a friend who has MPD and has about 8 different personalities. She has found herself in some pretty strange and interesting circumstances when she "awoke" from one of her alters. She's otherwise "normal" and leads a "normal" life -- has a job, apartment, etc. Were you severely abused as a child? She was and that's why she has so many alters. It's what helped her survive. If not, perhaps your dream world is entering the real world -- LOL :laugh:
ahz wrote: She's otherwise "normal" and leads a "normal" life -- has a job, apartment, etc. Were you severely abused as a child? She was and that's why she has so many alters. It's what helped her survive. I have seen no sign of this, yes I was abused, not as severely as most MPD though. thus the jokes last time about "fight club" -- however, MPD have periods of blackouts where the other personalities take over. This is highly doubtful and unless it takes over only during night time while I should be sleeping, there is no time-period for MPD. All joking and curiosity aside, should I find this guy, I fully expect he will look nothing like me and simply dress like me which is not that hard, black hat, black shirt, black hat and hair halfway down my back. Or jeans and hawaiian shirts, that covers the extent of my wardrobe. He will be as much my "twin" as Danny DeVito and Arnie. _________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
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ahz wrote: She's otherwise "normal" and leads a "normal" life -- has a job, apartment, etc. Were you severely abused as a child? She was and that's why she has so many alters. It's what helped her survive. I have seen no sign of this, yes I was abused, not as severely as most MPD though. thus the jokes last time about "fight club" -- however, MPD have periods of blackouts where the other personalities take over. This is highly doubtful and unless it takes over only during night time while I should be sleeping, there is no time-period for MPD. All joking and curiosity aside, should I find this guy, I fully expect he will look nothing like me and simply dress like me which is not that hard, black hat, black shirt, black hat and hair halfway down my back. Or jeans and hawaiian shirts, that covers the extent of my wardrobe. He will be as much my "twin" as Danny DeVito and Arnie. _________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb)
The wardrobe/hair similarities sounds very plausible, especially if you're both similarly complected (your complexion).