Whenever someone would call the apartment and ask for Angela, we would say, "Which one?" And if the caller didn't know our last name, which was most of the time, the response would be, "Uh, the one with brown hair." Of course we would reply, "We both have brown hair." This was usually followed by a delightful awkward silence. And when the other Angela was in the room, I always thought it was funny to follow up with, "Do you want to talk to the hot one, or the ugly one?"
Now be honest, that's hilarious right?
Anyway, Angela stayed in Utah and I left. So whenever I see her, I look at her life and think to myself, "This is what Angela's (talking about myself) life would have been like in Utah. Comparing myself to her just because we have the same name is silly I know, but I can't help it.
I'm an emotional cutter, I know.