That’s impossible. Well, not quite.
I mean, there are people who have a striking resemblance to each other in real life. Katy Perry and Zooey Deschanel, for example. Or Robert Downey Jr. and Jeffrey Dean Morgan. But a man with the exact same face as mine, standing in the same bar that I’m in? That’s just way too big a coincidence.
I realize that I’m staring at the guy, so I try to look away but it’s too late. He sees me. He smiles and raises his glass in my direction. What the hell? He doesn’t seem the least bit surprised. To my growing discomfort, he excuses himself from his companions and heads over to my booth. This could get awkward.
The man looks like me and he sure sounds like me but he can’t be me because I’m me. Aren’t I?
My doppelgänger slides into the seat opposite mine, grinning like a maniac.
“I knew I’d find you here!”
The man takes a sip of his drink. Whisky on the rocks. One of the top shelf brands, no doubt.
“Course I did, bud. Haven’t you figured it out yet?”
I chug my beer until it’s almost gone. There was this crazy suspicion I had right after I noticed the resemblance between us. As I look closer, that suspicion starts to grow stronger. The man isn’t an exact duplicate. His face is a bit thinner, his hair has a lot more gray threading through it. I can hear now that his voice is a bit lower than mine, a bit rougher.
“You’re…from the future.”
He sits back with a satisfied smile.
“Yes. I mean, sort of.” He pauses, trying to find the right words. “Think of me as your unfulfilled potential. I’m the man you could be in ten years.”
“The man I could be.”
“That’s right. Look at your life right now. Really look at it. What are you doing? Where are you going? You’ve had a few setbacks. Lost your job. Had no luck in love. So now you’re stuck in the same routine, day in and day out. You’ve given up. Hell, your life has given up.”
“And if I try real hard, I can become a dick like you?”
He gives me a look, the kind of look you might give a small dog that’s trying to jump onto the couch but not quite getting there. I don’t like that look.
“Well hey, this dick’s got a pretty solid bank account and a living room the size of your apartment. So you tell me.”
He makes a good point. Not that it gives him any right to be a dick about it.
“And you’re here to get me to turn my life around, to become the man I was meant to be. To become you. That it?”
He smiles. It’s really beginning to annoy me, even though it’s the same smile I’ve seen in the mirror and in countless pictures of myself. I used to love that smile.
“No, that’s not why I’m here. I just came to look back at my life. To see the way it was before I changed. Before you changed, I should say. I lived such a sad, meaningless life back then, didn’t I? I’d forgotten just how much time I spent in this damn place, stinking of stale beer and piss. No goals in sight. No hope in mind. Just drinking the time away until a new day arrives.”
“So you came back to…mock me?”
He shrugs. “It’s good to look back on your past now and again. See the dead end paths you’ve walked to avoid walking them again.”
I’m tempted to smack him upside his pretentious head.