So I had this weird experience today.

I should back up.
Somewhere around two years ago, as often happens when people go to college, some friends of mine decided that a friend of theirs was quite like me. And as often happens, when we eventually met we kinda saw it but not really, and were perhaps a little weirded out but eventually moved on with our lives. Occasionally such a meeting ends in offense, but I don't particularly recall being offended in this instance, though I suppose it's entirely possible that not-me was offended at the thought of being like me.

So I had forgotten all about this, but this afternoon I was skimming through Facebook and encountered Not Me's wedding picture. In addition to being, in general, a gorgeous picture, I noticed: Not Me was wearing a wedding dress that I myself desperately want.

What the crap, Not Me? What the crap?
Is it not enough that you get to hang out with all my old friends?
That you managed to snag a really great guy?
FRIGGIN CUPCAKE TREE??
Is all of that not enough for you?
Couldn't you at least have an ugly dress? Please?

I was quite devistated to realize: I'm the lame Me. I thought she was my doppelganger, but no--I appear to be her's. It's an odd feeling, to think that someone out there is more successful at being you than you are.