Over the past 26 years of my life, there have been a lot of ups and downs. I've had experiences that are newsworthy. I plan on telling my grandchildren all about my adventures one day. That's right, I'll be that kind of grandaddy. Through all of this, one thing has remained consistent. So consistent that it's become a bit of a personal social study.
I have a very generic face.
It's true.
"You look JUST LIKE _______!"
Is what I would hear at a very young age. I'd find out, over a short period of time, that I should expect it a significant number of times a year.
When it first began, I thought nothing of it. It was mostly my Nana where it would come up. It almost became routine every trip we made to Syracuse for Thanksgiving. My uncles are twins, and for the longest time, my family was convinced I was their triplet.
"You look JUST LIKE your uncles. I'll tell ya. Doesn't he look like Danny and Pat?"
It's a fair comparison once you see pictures of us all under the age of 5. I'll be sure to post it as proof.
Despite the general awkwardness of the teenage years, I hardly cared. Especially because these comparisons were mostly flattering. My uncles both married beautiful women, which bestowed confidence. However, as time progressed my body grew, and I grew more attentive as to who, exactly, I was being dubbed a doppelganger.
I specifically remember high school....
Before taking my seat to watch my friends in "Twelve Angry Men", I gave a quick smile to the sweet old lady sitting directly behind me. As I was ready to turn around, the nice, old lady swung her index finger from the depths of darkness to an inch of my face. Her finger, stratum and strong, piercing into my soul as if casting a gypsy curse. I was marked. The operators booth behind her showed me the reflection of the bright red dot dancing on my innocent forehead from the light streaming off of her E.T-esque digit, aiming the kill shot. The fear that quickly froze me into place by her intense point was broken by her light smile.
"You look EXACTLY like Joe's brother!"
".... uh, ok."
"Do you know my grandson Joe?"
I did. A simple nod of the head to agree with her terms. I finally sat down and enjoyed the show.
That was a turning point. Something internal told me to start keeping track of how often that happens.
I have to look back and dig up all of my records on the subject. Hopefully you are somewhat interested to hear these accounts later in my blog, otherwise this will be a very painfully slow blog for you. Some of these aren't as descriptive as the aforementioned, as I have not recalled all to memory as well. The ones that tend to stick out more are the more bizarre ones, or at least ones I think are a bit of a stretch.
"You look EXACTLY like this guy I used to train (martial arts) with back in New Hampshire. I used to beat the crap outta him."
Just a sampling.
Anyways- we did it! WE survived my first ever blog! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Thanks for reading and please stay tuned for the 11:00 news.
Piece out,
Chris
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