Worlds Colliding –There’s work you and home you, café you and hospital you, friends you and strangers you. In this week’s writing challenge, tell us about a time when two or more of your “yous” ran into each other.

When I was little, I had imaginary playmates. I talked to them. They followed me around. I was never bored because I had friends who really understood me. After I started school, my shadow friends left, never to return. Instead, I got a narrator who has been my lifetime companion. Whatever has gone wrong in my life, blame it on the narrator. It’s all his fault.

Marilyn and BonnieMy narrator remembers everything. He fills in my back story. I’m in charge — technically — but he never shuts up. He is my third person perspective on life. In real time. I’m so accustomed to the nonstop running commentary, I’m not sure how I’d understand my world if my narrator left.

As long as I can remember, my narrator — who remains nameless after all these years — has filled the holes in my story. Adding “he said” and “she said.” Describing action and scenery. “Fictionalizing” reality.

Mr. Narrator is distracting and does not respect “the moment.” No respecter of persons, he can suck the fun out of parties, or if I’m not careful, make me laugh at the worst possible moments.

I’ve also learned from my narrator. Learned to view life as an endless story with chapters, back stories, hilarity, weird characters, strange coincidences, tragedy, romance, hope and despair.

My job is to live and fix the typos. The narrator takes care of the rest.

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17 replies

  1. Yes, we all have a narrator. Sometimes mine is not as articulate as I would like.


  2. I love your perspective!


  3. Wonderfully written and what a fabulous photo! 🙂


  4. I had an encounter once with my other “you” at the doctor’s once. They called out my name (first and last) and two of us stood up. Surreal.

    Our middle names were different so once the nurse determined a middle name, that cleared up the mystery of who the doctor wanted to see first.


    • Isn’t that weird? My name isn’t so common that I’m likely to meet me other than on the Internet (where many versions of me lurk). But I did have a doppelganger in Israel that looked so much like me, whenever our paths crossed, one of us ran away. It was eerie.


  5. I love this, Marilyn – very witty and true. That final line is such a great metaphor for the human condition! xxx



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