But what I want to say is that I have always found the twin thing to be odd. Nothing odd about twins themselves, but the idea of having a live-in doppelganger right from birth must be weird. And it is something about which all us non-twins can never empathize.
What must it be like to have somebody else who looks (and acts, to a degree at least) exactly like oneself? I have enough trouble with just me alone, so I’d hate to think there was another of me.
As we know, there are two types of twins; fraternal and identical. I am referencing identicals here. Fraternals are, to me, just very close siblings who happened to share a pre-nativity bath in mom. But it’s identicals that cause confusion. They cause confusion because they begin their existence as the same damn person and then ultimately become Frick and Frack. Yet they maintain profound similarities and even psychic connections in their lives.
I’m not about to go out on any sort of limb clinically or psychologically here and offer anything resembling science about the matter. In lieu I’ll offer some random thoughts on those who live a deux.
– Elvis was a twin His identical, Jesse, was stillborn. Somebody once suggested that Jesse didn’t die at all and all the Elvis sightings after EP’s death was old Jesse going around presenting himself as his late brother. Wanted a brief time in the sun for himself.
– A favorite sexual fantasy among some is the idea of a ménage-a-trois-a-deux, as in making it with a set of twins at the same time. This is the sort of fantasy usual harbored by somebody who rarely gets to make it with one person, and therefore shouldn’t be so picky and greedy.
– Twins have amazing ESP, according to some authorities and will know instinctively if something negative has happened to their twin.
– Twins will often share congenital diseases (which makes sense in that they started out with the same DNA and still have it). They can also share psychological disorders and addictions like alcoholism even if they aren’t in contact with each other.
– While the death of a sibling is always and unpleasant happenstance, for a twin it’s agonizing because, in effect, half of the remaining twin has gone.
We once went out to dinner with a colleague of Wendy’s. He had his two adolescent daughters in tow since his wife was away. The girls were identicals. I mean, really identicals. Finish my sister’s sentences kind of identicals. They reminded me ever so much of the giggling pale-faced girl twins on the Simpson’s, except for the fact they were Indo-Canadian and therefore weren’t so pale of face. They giggled relentlessly and you knew they were sharing some huge inside joke that I as a spectator would never be privy to. They also boasted IQs of about 210 and both were planning on following the same academic path which would see them attending Harvard two years past that point. And they would no doubt do well. Those girls made Sheldon Cooper appear a bit challenged.
I had a few twin sets when I was teaching school and we got into some good discussions about the psychic interconnections. In one case, and sadly, one of the twins was schizophrenic and would go off on extensive walkabouts and cause huge angst for his parents. However, his twin was often able to deduce where he was and he would be returned home unharmed.
My brother’s best friends when he was a kid were identical brothers. If only one were to arrive at the door I had no idea which one it was. It was only when the two were together I could actually tell them apart.
When I was about 13 I developed a mad crush on a girl named Donna who was half a twin set, but not on her identical sister, Brenda. Never figured that one out and why I saw them as being different, but they were to me.
And that’s about it for my twin lore. Would love to hear any twin tales you might have.