doppleseele

doppleseele: (DAH-ple-see-El-uh)
n.
1. soul-double
2. of similar idea of a doppleganger, yet the likeness is not in body but in soul

in the year we've known each other, *cc* and i have come to an entertaining realization: we're not just adopted sisters, we're doppleseele. over on her blog, she calls me her "Mexi Me" since that's pretty much what i am. she's my film negative -- light where i'm dark, but other than that identical. "between us," we joke, "we have a whole brain!"

it's hilarious, and sometimes kinda creepy. one of us will be thinking, and the other will invariably open our mouths and say exactly what the other was thinking. or a song will be stuck in one of our heads, and for some reason suddenly the other one's singing it because it's now stuck in their head, too.

like today. we both woke up pathetically sluggish and totally suffering from a lack of motivation. neither of us had slept well which, while common for me, isn't so common for her. but i was still hungover from the sleeping pill i took in addition to being exhausted because insomnia still made me its bitch.

so we get out to run our errands a little bit later than yesterday, but we get everything. of course, with lots of meandering and no attention span whatsoever. if it was shiny or colorful and moving, it had us at its mercy. "wow, man," i said, standing there staring at a wide screen tv showing a massive number of teenie fish swimming in a coral reef. "it's so...colorful."

"yeah...." she said.

blink. blinkblink. stand there. stare. "wow," i said again, same dazed-and-confused tone, "we are so on it today."

"yeah..." she said.

of course, this was after missing our exit on the 5 south and having to make yet another U-turn. (yeah, yesterday was Flip a Bitch Day for us...) i laughed and said, "that's it. the next time we have a day like this, where we're just stupid from the moment we get up, we're cancelling all our plans and staying indoors because we're too stupid to drive!"

she laughed, fiddling with her braid like she does when she's thinking (or irritated). "yeah, too stupid to be seen. too stupid to be in public. just stay inside and spare everyone our stupidity!"

we're laughing at ourselves, of course, because today --on top of Flip a Bitch Day yesterday-- was just one of those days. i readjust my sunglasses and start singing, deepening my voice like that song i'm too sexy. i don't even get through my "i'm," in my ditty before she's chiming in with the exact same words. we're on the same frequency, i tell you...

"i'm. too stupid for my car. too stupid for my car, i'm just too stupid!"

so we're laughing at our time in the World of BrainFart. and on our way out of costco, we both start singing, to the tune of "i feel pretty" from west side story. "we're so stupid!" i sing. "oh, so stupid! we are stupid, and 'tarded, and...and...hey, what fits?"

"...so stupid, and 'tarded, and DUMB!" she picks up, without missing a bit. of course, people are looking at us and trying to pretend we're not there, and it's even funnier. i've got the cart, and i'm trying to think of more lyrics to amuse our simple minds, when she picks up the very line i was thinking.

"see those stupid girls in the mirror there!"

i laugh. "what fucktards, where?"

"who can those retarded girls be...?"

hey, small minds, small thrills. it was just "one of those days."