I have no idea why, but I’ve always had this idea that if I met another me in the world it has to end in one of us dead. Doesn’t matter on the origin, clone, copy, alternate timeline, time travel, doppelganger, replicant, don’t care. There’s absolutely no way around, it’s on sight and to the death.
This is one of my most consist feelings in life and I often wonder if it’s because I consumed my twin in the womb. As a child I came up with an arrangement that if I accidentally time travelled I’d be able to use to contact myself indirectly so that we can’t cross paths.
Of course, the chance of any of these things happening is insanely low so it’s kind of dumb to have a plan in place for its eventual occurrence.
Meeting myself in any variation.
I have no idea why, but I’ve always had this idea that if I met another me in the world it has to end in one of us dead. Doesn’t matter on the origin, clone, copy, alternate timeline, time travel, doppelganger, replicant, don’t care. There’s absolutely no way around, it’s on sight and to the death.
This is one of my most consist feelings in life and I often wonder if it’s because I consumed my twin in the womb. As a child I came up with an arrangement that if I accidentally time travelled I’d be able to use to contact myself indirectly so that we can’t cross paths.
Of course, the chance of any of these things happening is insanely low so it’s kind of dumb to have a plan in place for its eventual occurrence.
So if you walk past yourself in Walmart, do you just go ham instantly and beat the shit out of you?
Is it possible it’s actually pent-up sexual frustration and you’d actually bone you?