They’re a trick
of the mind.
I see them all
over the place.
I find myself in
mid-greeting, with hand half-raised, ready to hail someone I think I know only
to I realize “I don’t,” that they merely resemble someone from back east—sort
of.
Then there’s that
vertigo-esque feeling I get when talking to someone and for just a split second
I think: “Hang on a sec—how do I know you? From here—from back east?”
Weird.
Really weird!
Stop in mid-sentence
kind of weirdness.
It’s doing a
number on my mind, leaving me feeling a bit, well... schizophrenic.
It’s hard to
explain.
Maybe my mind—my
psyche—is fighting to hang on to my former life as we’ve entered our third year
here in Wyoming.
Maybe it’s an
adjustment, that everyone experiences, after living in a new place for a while.
It would make
for some interesting research.
Research is on
my mind, a lot, these days—but that’s another post.
So if I don’t
say “hi” to you one of these days, don’t be offended.
It’s because I
won’t have figured out if it’s really you, or merely your doppelganger!
