The human compulsion to organise and categorise elements of day-to-day life means that we like to find things that are similar to other things. In my day to day life I step this up a notch and rank everything. I have a top 5 for a lot of things that are barely important enough for most people to discuss. This is a post for another day, but just as an example, my top 3 fish to eat are without a doubt: Coral Trout, Red Emperor and Mahimahi (this is of course subject to change should I try something more delicious in the future).
This need for categorisation and order runs into a stumbling block when it comes to people. This is why there are so many online personality tests that we are constantly bombarded with on facebook and other internetty type places. I recently completed a very-slightly-hippie-themed test called “The Animal in You” (http://www.animalinyou.com/test.php for those playing at home, please do the test and leave your results in the comments section). After a grueling session of about 8 multiple choice questions I was informed I am a Wild Dog. The description was actually fairly accurate. It is difficult to capture and categorise every element of a personality though, because as people we are really diverse. Every person has a set of different little nuances that make them unique from others that might be otherwise similar.
This, you will be relieved to know, finally brings me to the point of the blog post: visual categorisation. Even though there are billions of people on the planet, for the most part we all look different, but this diversity is a chaotic rebel that sits at odds with our need for categorisation. Due to our enlightened age of racial tolerence we can’t just categorise people’s looks solely by race (and nor should we) so instead of labels, we get all comparative. People are always telling other people who they remind each other of. Why? Why for we do this to each other? Well kids, it’s because it makes us feel like everything is under control. It’s also fun when you are on a bus. In the last couple of years I have been getting hit with this a lot, and these comparisons range from plausible to hilarious. So please, allow me to share with you now my top 5 doppelgangers in order of descending frequency. Well, I did warn you that I like to rank things…
#1 My Brother
The obvious choice, and the only lookalike I have where the possibility of twinship is invoked. My mother adamantly denies that we look anything alike, maybe because this is how she stills sees us. We’ve been asked if we were twins by Fijians, Whities and Africans. The Africans also thought Kyle might be our younger brother which is very astute of them. They obviously did their background research on facebook.
A friend of mine at work thinks I look like the actor who plays the main guy in passion of the Christ, and Connie’s Nonna and Aunties all agree I look a lot like Jesus. This has recently been compounded by the growing of my hair and the trimming of my beard. One Easter I got to wear a loin cloth in church because I was playing the part of Jesus in the Easter Sunday play. I had to suck it in pretty hard though when they were putting me on the cross because I had a bad case of IT belly. The soundtrack to this event was a song from Radiohead’s OK computer. It was the funnest and best church drama ever.
#3 “My friend from WA”
I am convinced one of my ancestors had some illegitimate children in the West, because it is uncanny how often people talk about some distant friend of theirs in Western Australia that I remind them of. Statistically speaking the state of choice should be Victoria, which would be really upsetting, or Queensland which I guess would be cool. I’m not really sure what to think about WA. I guess some cool bands are from there.
#4 Seth Rogen
This is one I don’t see, but it has been common enough that there must be something to it. It was first started by some people I only knew on the internet. Perhaps they were trying to insult me? I’m not sure if it is an insult or not.
#5 Zach Galifianakis
I’m sure this last one is an insult. I tell myself it’s just the beard they are seeing so that I don’t cry myself to sleep at night. I suppose the case for the affirmative is best made when I have slightly crazy hair and a big beard. Today is just a crazy hair day, but you can use your imagination.
Honorable mentions: Tom Hanks in ‘Castaway’, Some guy from heartbreak high (younger days)
So there’s the list. What do you think? Is it accurate? Who are your doppelgangers? What do you say to someone who compares you to a famous face that looks like it got a bit of a whupping from the ugly stick? Is this all vanity and insanity? Comment/like/link OK?