Me Plus Me
“How do you live with
yourself?” she said with a disgusted look on her face as she turned on her heel
and stalked away, indignant at my observation.
“Well,” I said to no one in
particular as I balefully watched her go, “it has been a long and interesting
story. I first met me about 41 years ago
in a hospital in Covina, California. I
think my mother was there when we met, but I don’t think my Dad was around. I was quite taken with me at an early age, but
I didn’t always return the interest. Sometimes
I even felt snubbed by me, so I would get discouraged. We were merely acquaintances for a long time,
maybe thirty years. We saw each other
often, but didn’t really communicate with one another at all. Don’t get me wrong - we weren’t enemies, but
we weren’t the best of friends, either.
And then one day it happened. I saw myself across the room and I looked
back. Our eyes met. It was then that I decided to pursue me. I tentatively asked me out on a date to the
movies, and to my surprise, I accepted. I
think we saw “A Beautiful Mind.”
Afterwards, we drove to the top of a tall hill that overlooks our town
and just talked for hours and hours. From
then on, we sought every opportunity to be together, becoming almost
inseparable. Sometimes I would surprise
me with pies, or take me on long hikes in the mountains. Other times I would just hold my hand and stare
at me for hours. In time we fell and
love and it simply made sense to ask me to move in with me. So I did. Since then, life has had its struggles; the
money problems, the doctor bills…but all in all, I’m just happy to be living
with me by my side, going through life, almost as one.”
When I finished my story, my
antagonist was long gone. So I turned
and looked at me with love and slowly made my way through the noisy crowd.
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