Occasionally, you’ll run into people who look like someone else you know, but it passes in a moment as they turn their head, or you do a double-take and realise they actually look nothing like your friend, you’re just projecting and you probably need to get a tad more sleep.

On the other hand, some days you’ll be sitting on the train/in the park/in a restaurant, and you keep looking at this stranger who’s stolen the face, body, hair, actions, etc., of your friend. (That or it actually is your friend, and they’re ignoring you, and you’re probably not in their definition of a friend.) If you look closely enough though, you’ll realise this evil twin has something subtly different about them, but you can’t shake the feeling…

So far, in the last 3 months, I have spotted evil twins for Fiona (different because she was too grumpy), Fay (too Honky), Chicky (too skinny), Kirsty (too lanky, if you’d believe it :P) and today, Esther (too frumpy). My conclusions are a) I’m spotting the closest female friends I have for some unknown reason, and b) the differences rhyme. sorta. not really.

egads, I really have nothing whatsoever to write about.

If there was ever evidence of the Devil’s hand in the affairs of men, it would be the little white beast which has perverted society to the point where people carry it around with them willingly, its tender white tendrils enwrapping the masses drawn in by the oh-so-innocent promise of joy, even as those around acknowledge how short lived that joy would be. Anything else that makes this many people this anti-social would have been legislated to the nth degree, as concerned parents and civil libertarians alike argued about the harm to society in the long term.

But no, they’re all in it. All tempted by the sweetness, the deceptively simplistic and straightforward appearance, as though it was something that made your life better. Oh no, dear friends, it is an addiction. The very definition of hedonism. Once it has you in its grip, it’ll never let go. Ever. And when you’re deprived, the sweet white drug there but just not quite, you’ll curse and wail and will wow “Never Again!”, even annunciating the capitals. Because that’s how frustrating it is.

But at the end of the day, when you finally make the breakthrough, when everything is on the road to recovery and the metaphorical horizon stretches out in front of you, promising a return to those cherished memories, you’ll take back those words, you’ll laugh at why you were frustrated, and you’ll just cross another one of those nine lives off, wondering if this one will last a month or six; you can never quite be sure, can you? C’est la vie, they say.

Forever young, forever young…
I wanna be forever young
Do you really wanna live forever?
Forever… forever…

Gah! I’ve had this song in my head for nearly 3 days straight now.

Youth is like diamonds in the summer sun
diamonds are forever

so many adventures couldn’t happen today
so many songs we forgot to play
so many dreams swinging out of the blue
left to come true

Not that it’s such a bad song, but it’s just stuck.

note: Song is Forever Young by Youth Group, an Australian band. Make sure you get the latest version, not the one that sounds like it was made in the 70s or 80s. It’s available on The OC Mix 5.

I found myself thinking yesteday: If I was a cop, and I was feeling particularly sadistic one morning, I would go on the freeway and drive at about 80 km/h, or 50 – depending on how sadistic I was feeling and how fast the traffic around me was going. And then I’d just sit and wait for someone to overtake. Just screw with their heads.

When was the last time you overtook a cop?