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I wasn’t really sure where to post this, so here I go. I was reading another recent thread, in which @"Ninurta" mentioned someone looked like his twin. That got me thinking (rut roh!), and I’m curious about this phenomenon. I, as many, have heard that everyone in the world has a doppelgänger. I believe this, as I have heard about mine, and my hubby supposedly has one in the local area I live at. 

This was probably 25-30 years ago, but my grandparents used to watch a show about 911 dispatchers. Apparently one of the dispatchers they showed looked like my twin. Now this was a long time ago. I was intrigued hearing this. Not only did I have a doppelgänger, but she was occasionally on TV! When my hubby still worked at WalMart, there may have been a guy who was a dead ringer for him. Now this guy frequently shopped at the WalMart my hubby worked at, but they never encountered one another. My hubby would hear anecdotes about this guy though. Apparently the guy was unmarried and may have had 3-4 girlfriends he was juggling at any given time. In fact some of the guy’s girlfriends also shopped at the store and would do a double take when they went through my hubby’s line. It was an endlessly amusing thing to talk about.

Do any of you have a doppelgänger? Have you ever encountered them? Have any of you befriended your doppelgänger? I’m really curious to hear your stories.
(07-02-2022, 11:08 PM)ChiefD Wrote: [ -> ]I wasn’t really sure where to post this, so here I go. I was reading another recent thread, in which @"Ninurta" mentioned someone looked like his twin. That got me thinking (rut roh!), and I’m curious about this phenomenon. I, as many, have heard that everyone in the world has a doppelgänger. I believe this, as I have heard about mine, and my hubby supposedly has one in the local area I live at. 

This was probably 25-30 years ago, but my grandparents used to watch a show about 911 dispatchers. Apparently one of the dispatchers they showed looked like my twin. Now this was a long time ago. I was intrigued hearing this. Not only did I have a doppelgänger, but she was occasionally on TV! When my hubby still worked at WalMart, there may have been a guy who was a dead ringer for him. Now this guy frequently shopped at the WalMart my hubby worked at, but they never encountered one another. My hubby would hear anecdotes about this guy though. Apparently the guy was unmarried and may have had 3-4 girlfriends he was juggling at any given time. In fact some of the guy’s girlfriends also shopped at the store and would do a double take when they went through my hubby’s line. It was an endlessly amusing thing to talk about.

Do any of you have a doppelgänger? Have you ever encountered them? Have any of you befriended your doppelgänger? I’m really curious to hear your stories.

I have seen several of mine over the years.

It is a bit weird to come face to face with another person that looks just like you, and kind of neat too.






So here's my doppelganger story:

Less than a week after graduating high school I got a job working in a drive-thru to finance my brief stint at a university in the next town over. At the time it was the "ritzy" side of town and most of the teens there went to a big, private Catholic high school. Since I grew up and lived across the river I didn't know many people there and vice versa.

So on Friday nights after winning football games the school brought the entire football team, cheerleading squad, drill team and marching band in to eat- and they won every week. When I wasn't busy in drive-thru I'd help with orders for the front counter. All of these teens acted like they knew me- but they kept calling me "Tammy"- which is not my name. I would always say that my name wasn't Tammy (while showing them my name tag) and tell them they had me confused with someone else. After looking hard enough at my face that they realized I had two different colored eyes they usually conceded that I wasn't that person and would tell me we could pass for identical twins. Others would laugh and say I was trying to "pull a fast one". I never met her around that time.

Fast forward around 15 years. I had been accused of doing a lot of things I had never done and being places I had never been for many years and of using an alias- Tammy. People didn't believe me when I'd say it hadn't been me and was someone else. My ex (husband at the time) was convinced I was running around on him as several of his friends swore they had seen me here and there with this guy or that guy... until we met Tammy.

One of my close friends had gotten divorced. I was kind of glad because her ex always looked at me like I was naked or something and it made me very uncomfortable. My ex and I were over at her house one evening when he came to pick up their kids for the weekend at my friend's insistence (there had been physical violence previously during similar pick ups). He unexpectedly had a new wife with him and guess who it was? That's right, my doppelganger Tammy.

It was like looking into a mirror! The only difference was her eyes were one color and she had blonde hair (when I worked at the place next town over I also had blonde hair but had since let it grow back natural). We were the same size, build, skin tone, features, hair texture and even had the same deep SE Texas accent. We were even dressed nearly the same. It was so weird, plus completely creepy that my friend's ex had married my doppelganger. 

From what I heard she is dead now, drug overdose. Once she (and my friend's ex) got into heavy drugs apparently she didn't look as much like me anymore and people stopped mistaking us for each other- than goodness! 

I have another sort of doppelganger, a cousin who is a few years older than me but other than looking alike in features and coloring doesn't get mistaken for me anymore because she is much larger and is crazy as a shithouse rat. It is also creepy though because one of my former next door neighbors (whose kids I basically raised with my own) ended up marrying her. Too weird!
What's the old joke? Charlie Chaplin entered a Charlie Chaplin lookalike contest and came in third... Or something like that....

Anyway, I have to be damn careful as to how I keep my hair and beard trimmed. Otherwise, I am the spittin' image of William H. Macy's 'Frank' from "Shameless"... 

The saddest part of that statement? I'm 37.
Weird that I started this thread a few days ago, and today, I was at Mickey D's getting my soda at the fountain. A lady in front of me turned around to go and exclaimed "You look just my cousin!" She said she has a cousin living in Texas who's apparently a dead ringer for me. I hope her cousin is a nice lady.
My Doppelganger is Tom Hanks from Castaway, although I've been told that I look like Hanks since my 20s.

[Image: tom-hanks-still-castaway-movie.jpg]

Shorten the hair, trim the beard and add a pair of glasses and this is pretty much what I look like. Not too bad looking for 58, eh? Here's a more recent picture that is like my look, except I think I look a bit younger than this one.

[Image: AP20188698588399.0.jpg]

Hanks' hair line is more receeding than mine, he's a tad more grey, not by much though.
I think your thread has tapped into the world of my conscious mind.

Yesterday my Mother and I were out. Almost every place we went. I saw someone that looked like someone I knew. At first I thought I was slipping, but I asked my Mother, "Who does that look like?" She would give me the same name of the person that I thought the person also looked like.

Either I live in a very homogenized area or we are becoming more aware of the world we live in.

And maybe we are relating to it more.
(Taken from thread 'Who or What are the doppelgangers?')

I saw my doppelganger standing at a bus-stop just across the road from where I was passing, this was back in the
eighties and before I was married.

I'd guess I was around twenty years-old and walking from a local Working Men's Club to a public house called
The White Horse. It was in the summer and the evening was too early to suggest low light may have had a bearing.
The bus-stop was -and still is, the last stage in a bus's route in my town before it leaves northwards. Back then, it
was merely a metal pole with a small sign attached at the top.

I mentioned in another thread that there'd been a 'spooky' old mansion-style house that was close to where I lived,
this had been torn down and replaced with an old-folks home. This building was on my side of the road and I'd just
arrived at where it stood when I saw the perfect double of myself.
Relevant...? I don't know.

I can confidently say I saw the perfect double of myself because from the look on the person's face at the bus-stop,
he was thinking the same too.

I slowed my walk as I became aware of the likeness and my doppleganger didn't seem to notice me getting closer.
He was looking up the road towards the public house (north) and the opposite direction from where any bus would
come. This suggests to me that he knew the time the bus would arrive and later, I wondered if his visit wasn't his first.

Drawing directly across from this person, I knew that the realisation of the situation had dawned on him. Less than
fifteen feet in front of him was his double! I was in awe of his stance, the fact that his hair was the same length and
of course, his features were exactly like mine.
His attire was dark -close to what I used to wear, but I could not say what exactly he was wearing.

We looked at each other, looked away as if something was interesting elsewhere and every so often, glance back
at each other. The road is the main route out of my town, but I cannot recall if the traffic was busy. Usually at that
time of the evening and back then, I'd guess it would be limited.

Then a double-decker bus came and blocked our view. In a movie, he would be seated my side of the vehicle and
we would continue to stare at each other. But I just never saw him get on, get seated or move along the bus.
He was just gone and I've never seen him again.
Sort of.

You know when someone comments that you look like someone and it's always the same, there's a manner that
someone sees and it reminds them of you, but the actual physical likeness always lets you down? When looking
at a suggested 'double', we will always see a flaw in their suggestion and know in our heart that the person put
forward looks actually nothing like you.

Well, when I was working for a local newspaper, I dealt with the images that were to be used for the daily paper
and at that time, a ex-gangland/businessman with oodles of money purchased my town's football team.
The guy was a braggart, always boasting of who he was going to buy for the team and actually paid for a huge
new football stadium to be constructed.
The motto was 'old safe-cracker done good'!

This millionaire would stalk my Editor and demand that certain facts regarding his past life would be kept out of
the paper, he usually had a large thug with him when he knocked on doors late at night and intimidated folk.
Eventually, the Police caught him with a boot load of money in his car, speeding along country lanes up to God
-knows-what. Money-laundering I'd suggest, but he was imprisoned for tax evasion.

Back to the tale.
One day, (with the help of the internet, I've got it to around 2002.) this loud-mouthed football team owner arrived
at the gleaming stadium in a large black 4x4 and in front of a group of Reporters and Photographers.
These newspaper-people were there due to this guy ringing up the media and telling them he'd bagged a premier
overseas striker for his third division team.
The chap was Faustino Asprilla... except it was all a sham.

But there's a photograph in my attic, the one that was used in the paper. It shows the the footballer looking slightly
sheepish from the front-seat passenger-side window of the car and in the back seat and seemingly attempting
to speak through a half-opened window, is me.
Except it isn't me.

He looked like I did at the time and with with Faustino Asprilla once playing for Newcastle United -which is just up
the road (north) from where I live, I wondered if it was the guy from the bus-stop now enjoying his employment!
It still makes me smile.
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Hmmmmm...I can't say I've ever experienced this phenomenon, but I need to figure out who mine is, and where he lives...and his address, phone number and other details.

I've got some crazy shit I wanna' go do.

"Not me, occiffer, I don' know nuttin'!  I'z jus mindin' mah own bidness!"