Being
part of pair not as fun as Olsen twins
Brigid
McGuire
It
starts with stares and stupid questions.
Being a twin isn’t all Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen. It’s a deep
bond, and looking alike is not the main point of being one.
Both twins have separate identities and personalities, which should not be
confused with the other, just as you would not want to be compared to your
older or younger sibling.
My identical twin sister and I were born only seven minutes apart. We were
born two months premature and my dad brags about how he could hold each of
us in one hand. My mother and grandmother could not have been happier. They
had their own set of real life dress-up dolls.
I still can’t tell in my baby pictures who is who because my mother had
us dressed alike down to our shoes and socks to make us look even “cuter.” I
was blue or green and my sister was red or pink. Our rooms were even decorated
in those colors, a mirror image of the other. Except I had the blue piggy bank
and my sissy had the pink one.
These actions really didn’t bother me until I got older and wanted to
be known as Brigid, not the McGuire twin/girl. I wanted to be me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my sister dearly, but I just wanted a sense
of self. This battle is still being fought somewhat.
For the most part, I think I have finally won.
As we grew into our teen years, I started to dress more “punk” and
my sister started to be more “cute,” for lack of a better word.
I dyed my hair black. She dyed hers blonde. Now I am labeled the “evil” twin,
which I have embraced.
The stupid questions I mentioned earlier entail the barrage of questions people
ask about my twin relations. Usually it begins with; “If I hit you, will
your sister feel it? You don’t look alike, why? Who was born first?”
We were born at the same time, so how can you tell who was born first? Do I
give off an aura that explains it all? Sometimes people scare me.
I also receive the vibe I am somewhat exotic because there are “two” of
me, and a “threesome” would be a good idea.
My answer to that is: I don’t think so. What one sees as kinky, I see
as incestuous.
Also, if one twin turns a guy down, what is he thinking by turning to the other
one? Some of my guy friends tell me they once had a “thing” for
me and then started having feelings for my sister. Can we say gross? There
is an unspoken rule that once you date one sibling, the other is off-limits.
I believe my twin and I have the closest bond one can have with another. We
have been together our entire lives. I can tell her anything and she just “gets” me
probably more than my own boyfriend. My greatest fear is losing her someday,
but until then, we’ll probably end up living next door, smacking our
gums and bickering over little things.
Brigid McGuire is a junior journalism major and the calendar editor for
the Daily Forty-Niner.
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