Fighting with yourself.....
I have to say, one of the most frustrating things about having a twin is that when we fight, as we did last night, it is like fighting with your identical self.
The conversation starts with a couple generic statements and quickly (as in two seconds quickly) degrades into something nobody knows crap about. Then there is snapping and yelling, and enough repitition in our statements that you'd think we were auditioning for the Jerry Springer show.
Really, if you ever want to try this exercise (yeah because life is so boring there is nothing else to do), grab a mirror, look into it, snap at your own image, and pretend you get the exact same thing snapped back at you. It is a crazy loop that cannot end.
If it weren't for the annoying factor, it would be amusing. So, I sent him an email today and asked him if he could just shut up and make me a sandwich. I did ask for clarification though, because in yelling in what amounts to "at myself", I really want to know who could be considered who's bitch. I await the response with cold coffee.....
The conversation starts with a couple generic statements and quickly (as in two seconds quickly) degrades into something nobody knows crap about. Then there is snapping and yelling, and enough repitition in our statements that you'd think we were auditioning for the Jerry Springer show.
Really, if you ever want to try this exercise (yeah because life is so boring there is nothing else to do), grab a mirror, look into it, snap at your own image, and pretend you get the exact same thing snapped back at you. It is a crazy loop that cannot end.
If it weren't for the annoying factor, it would be amusing. So, I sent him an email today and asked him if he could just shut up and make me a sandwich. I did ask for clarification though, because in yelling in what amounts to "at myself", I really want to know who could be considered who's bitch. I await the response with cold coffee.....