WICKED LITTLE TOWN: Please Don't Think I'm Creepy, But ... My Twitter Doppelgänger, Part Two

Before you read this blog post, please make sure you have read my earlier blog post: "Midnight Radio:  How I Found My Doppelgänger Via Twitter."  

Seriously, I mean it ... this isn't high school social studies.  You have to do the pre-work before you move on to the next assignment.

Seriously.  Go read it.  NOW.  Here's the link.  I'm trying to make it easy on you.

Ohhhh... hi!  You're back!  Did you enjoy the previous post?  What?  I'm a literary genius?  Ahhhh thanks, that's so nice of you to say.  What?  You especially liked the part where I volunteered as tribute?  Um, THAT'S THE HUNGER GAMES!  Go back and read my blog post here.

Ohhh ... you again.  You read my previous blog post?  OK, now we can begin ...

As you know from my previous blog post, I found my doppelgänger via Twitter.  I still am not sure if I am her clone, if she is my doppelgänger, if I am her Brad Pitt in a female form Tyler Durden or if she is Lily 2.0 - the superior version of me.  (Take a musical break and listen to the live version of Fiona Apple's song "Better Version of Me" here on YouTube.)

But my question at the end of the post was whether I should let my doppelgänger know that I had written a blog post about her - an homage to the muse, as it were.  Luckily I am a bit manic and I never stopped to think how I would react if someone sent me an email saying "Hey, we don't know each other - but I wrote a lengthy blog post about you!  But I'm not a stalker, really ..."  Had I actually stopped to consider what I was doing, saying and how I might come across to a stranger, I would not have done it!  

But why have foresight when you can have raging hindsight??

I decided that the universe wanted me to tell my doppelgänger/muse that I had written about her, her life and her blog.  I won't replicate the entire email here, instead I think it's important to share the most important sentences ...

Please do not think I am a stalker or a nut ...

but your personal blog inspired me to write a post on my blog ...

Consider it an homage to your great writing.

Hopefully you'll see this as a compliment to your great writing and not creepy!

I also stressed that I had not put a link to her personal blog in my doppelgänger blog post, but if she wanted me to I would.  (So the world can compare Lily 1.0 vs. Lily 2.0- heh heh heh!)

But here's a point I am sure you readers are already contemplating ... If you have to tell someone you're not a stalker, not a nut and please don't think I am creepy -- isn't that really like saying "HI, I'M CREEPY, A STALKER AND A NUT!  Nice to meet you!"

I had no idea how Lily 2.0 would react to my email.  If I were in her shoes, I would have wigged out and said: 

"BIATCH, WHAT THE F**K DID YOU WRITE ABOUT ME?  DO I NEED TO UNLEASH THE TWITTERSPHERE ON YOUR ASS LIKE THE WRATH OF HERA KICKING ZEUS FOR NOT TAKING OUT THE GARBAGE YET AGAIN???"  

Ugh, if Lily 2.0 was me but enhanced -- would her reaction be even more severe?  Would I find my cats' severed heads in my bed a la The Godfather?  Ohhhh noooo!  Not the cats!  

Finnerty:  PLEASE DON'T DECAPITATE ME!

Would she take my Hello Kitty waffle maker and give me a "waffle burn facial"?  I love Hello Kitty, but do I really want her image seared into my face?  

WHY, WHY, WHY did I not think of these things BEFORE I sent the email?  My cats and my gorgeous 1/2 Asian skin hang in the balance!  

I thought I was Tyler Durden in this scenario, but what if Lily 2.0 decided to go all "Fight Club" on my arse?  I didn't want lye burns on my hands in the shape of lip prints.  Oh why, why, why do I need to write a blog on a public forum?  Had I just commenced "Project Mayhem"?


(Take a musical break from the chaos and watch the lovely John Cameron Mitchell sing "Wicked Little Town (Hedwig version)" on YouTube here.)  


Or watch a clip from the movie here ...

Luckily, I didn't have long to worry about my doppelganger's mad wrath, a reply to my email came later the same day. Unlike Lily 1.0, Lily 2.0 responds to email quickly!

I was sitting at Salon 1.0 (see my blog post on Salon 1.0 here)   I took a deep breath before I opened the email.  What if Lily 2.0 had twice as much chutzpah as I did?  What if she had twice the upper body strength?  What if she was going to wear my flat 1/2 Chinese ass as a hat?  There was only one way to find out ... so I started reading.  

The email I received from Lily 2.0 was very nice and sweet (evidently "2.0" means twice as nice as surly Lily 1.0!)  Here's what she wrote:

Hey, Lily.  I think it's flattering and not creepy at all.  Go ahead and add my info.  Anything I write on the webs is open source.  I read some of your entries including all the link backs (because I'm OCD like that), and I really enjoyed the glimpse into your past.  You remind me of ABL [Lily's note:  Angry Black Lady Chronicles - an awesome blog, check it out at http://angryblacklady.com/ ] in writing style, actually.  

By the way, if I truly am your doppelganger, you owe me three inches of height.  

P.S.  I hate you for seeing Alan Rickman in "Seminar".  

I broke out in a big smile.  This was the best possible note I could receive.  I did still wonder if Lily 2.0 was continuing to suffer from bouts of depression; if her world was happier since the last post on her blog.  Was she happy?  Had she found love again?  Was she finding her bliss and making the most of every day?

I know from my family who still lives in Minnesota that it has been a warmer winter than usual.  Perhaps Lily 2.0 has been out and about enjoying the better weather and feeling recharged to write her fiction.  Maybe life post-blog was a very good place.    

Like a movie that ends suddenly, I could only hope that the future after "the story" was a good one.  However, I decided it was better not to ask her these questions.  I felt like I had intruded on her life already, to ask the status of her emotional state would be going too far.  I was going to just appreciate that Lily 2.0 didn't slap me silly for my blog post.  And I would say a silent prayer that Lily 2.0 was doing well.  

(I'm not a holy roller though ... so I might have addressed that prayer to the omnipotent Hello Kitty.  Sanrio.com if you're not familiar with this cat.)    

By the way, you can find Lily 2.0's fiction by clicking the link here.  You can also find her posts for Angry Black Lady Chronicles here.  And last but not least, the blog that inspired my "Midnight Radio" blog post, my doppelganger's personal blog here.  (You'll see that my claims that she is a much better writer than I am are absolutely true.)  Much thanks to my doppelgänger for allowing me to post links to her public writing and invade her personal privacy with my blog posts.

If you've had a rough childhood or if you're questioning whether you've made the right decisions in your life, I would recommend that you check out my doppelganger's blog.  Her writing is so real, raw and visceral but throughout all the pain, heartache and sometimes general banality of day to day living; there runs an undercurrent of strength in her words.  I hate to say "woman warrior" because that just sounds cheesy and cliche ... so maybe I'll just say she is "battle-weary, battle-scarred but still strong and ready for the fight."  There is a tenacity and determination to her spirit, so even when she's writing about sadness and pain I am still inspired by my doppelgänger.  She definitely reminds me of the quote:  

"It's not how many times you get knocked down; it's how many times you get back up.”

While I cannot share my extra three inches of height with my shorter doppelgänger, if I follow in my mother's footsteps I know that one day I will be a shrinking little Chinese woman.  I'll be wishing I was still tall too!  

And I'm not going to tell my doppelgänger that my recent seeing of the great and sexy actor Alan Rickman on Broadway in the play Seminar was actually the second time I have seen him live and up close.  I also saw him in "Private Lives" on Broadway almost 10 years ago from the fourth row.  (And he was magnificent!!)  I am feeling pretty fortunate that Lily 2.0 didn't kick my arse for writing my blog post, so I am loathe to provoke her by playing "Nyah nyah" regarding our mutual love of actor Alan Rickman!

No ... all I am going to do is thank my doppelgänger for being the muse of my two blog posts and refraining from telling me that I am a creepy, stalker nut (she may be thinking this, but I can pretend she's not!).  She indeed is the enhanced version of me!

P.S.  If any bloggers out there decide to make ME their muse and write about ME on their blogs; I will tell you that you're a creepy, stalker nut!  Remember I am only Lily Version 1.0 - I haven't been properly de-bugged!

P.P.S. Again, much thanks to my doppelgänger for being a great sport!       


P.P.P.S.  I reached over 15,000 page views today!  Either my Mom has been doing a lot of link clicking or I have a lot of great people to thank for reading my wacky, random thoughts!  So a thank you to my Mother!  Oh and a thanks to all my readers!  You're the best!  Watch out, I might write a blog post about how you all are my doppelgängers too!  Be afraid!  Be very afraid!