272. 🕈︎♓︎■︎♑︎♎︎♓︎■︎♑︎⬧︎
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☼︎♏︎❍︎♏︎❍︎♌︎♏︎❒︎ ⧫︎□︎ ❖︎□︎⧫︎♏︎ ♐︎□︎❒︎ ☺︎□︎♏︎❼︎⬧︎ ♍︎□︎❒︎◻︎⬧︎♏︎ □︎❖︎♏︎❒︎ ❄︎❒︎◆︎❍︎◻︎✏︎
92. Never Google Your Doppleganger
In my lifetime I have been told that I look exactly like some people that I would consider to be not perfect replicas of me. Maybe I have a better self esteem than I project, but I feel like I don’t look like “ The Critic ”; as was earnestly expressed by a girl on a (first and only) date. Other twinsies I’ve been professed to have: Steven Wright Tony Hale Stephen Miller (Aaaaargh) Dr. Katz I don’t know. Maybe I’m vain, but I always pictured me as more of a Luke-Perry-with-a-really-bad-hair-day type. It’s funny how I have a pretty sturdy love and acceptance of my own physique, and yet my self esteem about other things (like being a functional adult in this crazy world) is pretty dismal.
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