My first close encounter happened in 3rd grade. I transferred to a new school and apparently there was another Jason Jones in the same grade but with a different teacher. It was almost mystical how I never saw the guy. Every time someone would mention him it was right after he left the room. I really started to believe this kid was some sort of myth. "Oh, he was just here, you didn't see him?" or "Oh, oh, there he is:"
I didn't have any sort of encounter with myself again for quite awhile. In my early twenties I overheard myself checking in at the registration table when I was already in the voting booth.
The most annoying encounter with myself came one day when I went to pay a parking ticket at the courthouse. I told the lady my last name, she obviously needed my first name to narrow her choices, then my middle to narrow them further, then finally my birthdate to finally find me. "So you need to pay for your DUI?", she asks. What!! No. I've never done that. But apparently another one of me has. The only difference between us? Well, besides the obvious lack of judgment, his middle name is Aaron, mine is Allen, and we were born ten days apart.
I'm pretty sure this same me got a job at the Chili's restaurant where I worked. I never saw him, for he was only there a day. It was quite tempting to take his paycheck when he hadn't claimed it after 2 months. It's not like I would have had trouble cashing it.
I'm a bit surprised that there aren't more famous mes. The first time I saw my name on the big screen I was quite excited. The movie was Bait, starring Jamie Foxx. I was reading the credits and there I was: Guard played by Jason Jones. Needless to say, I was the best reason to rewatch that particular film.
The most disturbing encounter I have had with myself was when I Googled my full name recently. I was thirty one years old when I did this. Using my middle name and quotes, I found that Jason Allen Jones, 31, had been murdered in Texas. That was a bit chilling.
All this has led me to January of this year. My first real hand-shaking meeting of myself.
I think the thing that bothered me the most was he didn't seem to think that it was pretty cool that we shared the same name. Who knows, maybe he's met me before.
I love how this history is now recorded and we can see how important it is to not name our kid something predictable. Though, with the last name Jones, who can guess?
ReplyDeleteYou're an amazing writer, and I loved the encounters:)
I agree with Elisha on all accounts.
ReplyDeleteBut, at the same time I think it would be cool to meet another Myrianne. Maybe this is only because it is such a weird name that we would instantly have something to talk about. Perhaps I shall have to go to France for that. :)
Whoa! I think that I would be tripped out meeting someone with my exact same name. I looked up both of my children's names on the top 100 baby names list for the previous five years before I decided on their names. I didn't want 50 "Britney" or "Bill" children in their class.
ReplyDeleteHowever, if it took you 30+ years to meet another "Jason Jones" face-to-face, maybe I need not have worried so much.