Who is the man who looks like me?
Recently a delivery man arrived at my house. “You live here now?” he said. I was confused, because I’ve lived in that house for nine years now. He said he saw me earlier, which was very unlikely, because I hadn’t been out that day, as I was enjoying a lazy Saturday. I didn’t know what he was talking about, but somehow I wasn’t surprised, because this has happened before.
Once, while walking down the street, a woman said hello and called me a name that definitely was not mine. Another time, a man started talking to me about fire extinguishers, because he thought I was there to sell them. Years ago, police stopped me to ask my name, because I looked like a person of interest. In their defense, MY OWN MOTHER actually thought the police drawing they released looked like me.
I did not do the crime, don’t worry.
People have asked me when I got a new brown leather jacket I’ve never owned, or what I was doing in places I hadn’t visited. Often these people are friends and relatives, which makes it even stranger.
The worst one was when I thought I saw someone who looked like me, wearing a jacket I owned at the time, as an extra in the film Angels and Demons. If there’s someone who should know what I look like, it would be me, and yet there I was, looking at someone who I’d be convinced was me if not for the fact that I knew for certain I was never an extra in any movies.
I don’t know if this is one man or several. I’m going to assume it’s more than one, since I’m guessing the guy who did a crime wasn’t the same guy who was in the background in a movie filmed in Rome and California. Criminality isn’t great for international travel.
I’m sure that the other guy has questions of his own, and I’m sure that he’s been spotted by people in all sorts of places where he hasn’t been, and he’s recognized by many people who he doesn’t know.
Some people do have “one of those faces,” a look where you’re convinced you know them even when you’re pretty sure you’ve never met them before. I have met people like that too, including recently, where a group of five of us all had the same thought – “where do I know that guy from? I’ve definitely seen him before” – after meeting a guy we were pretty sure we had only met that day.
There is someone out there who looks like me, but I don’t know if I want to meet them. What would you even do if you found yourself face to face with someone who looks like you, but isn’t? Maybe it’s for the best that he’s a mystery to me, and I am a mystery to him, though I’m sure he’s had many equally confusing encounters in his life as well.