Oay, just imagine, you are just walking to the grocery store and all of the sudden you meet yourself. You know it's you, that person looks like you, has the same personality as you, thinks the way you think, has the same opinion about everything as you, knows the people you know, has exactly the same friends and enemies as you, likes the things you like, hates the things you hate, lives in the same house as you and has gone through exactly the same things as you. In short: that person you meet is you (and you are still yourself as well). And then what?
- How would you feel when you meet yourself?
- What would the first impression be?
- Would you like yourself?
- What would you do when you realize that that person really IS you?
- What would you do with yourself?
- Would you tell anyone you just met yourself?
- Would you start wondering how it's possible that all of the sudden there is two of you while you never ever noticed that there was more than one of you? And if so, what would your conclusion be?
- Would you take avantage of the fact that there is now two of you?
- Would you consider going to a psychiatrist to figure out if you're not hallucinating?
- Would you consider telling the news paper?
~Well, I'd feel surprised, and somewhat disappointed. There are many more interesting and attractive people that I could meet.
~My first impression would be of someone rather unremarkable and a bit overweight.
~I think I'd be a little paranoid that I was going to replace myself so, no, I don't think I'd like myself. Plus, my other self wouldn't be doing anything more useful with her life so there wouldn't be anything to like because there'd be nothing to look up to.
~When I realized it was me I would gape, and start thinking of every realistic and sci-fi theory I've ever heard to explain it. And, I would probably stop myself in hopes that my other self knew what the heck was going on, or at least might be able to help brainstorm what happened.
~I'd probably do nothing with myself. Both of myselfs would be fighting off a meltdown feeling like we weren't special and maybe we were replaceable and the world was going to replace us and forget us. I would go home.
~Yes, I would start wondering how there were two of me. My conclusion would probably be some kind of time ripple/folding thing, alternate universe anomaly, or psychosis (in that order)
~How would I take advantage of there being two of me? So one of me could be a lazy looser? Oh, how about one go and be responsible, and feel guilty, while the other go and do what I want, and feel guilty. What? Unless we shared a brain it would still be a waste because I (as I am aware) would still be only accomplishing some things. This would only work if somehow two could become one at some point, or because of shared experience.
~Yes, I would consider going to a psychiatrist, and getting a CT scan.
~No, I would not tell the paper. As much as being famous sounds nice, I'd rather not be a media freak/sensation.