Up until this day I have always believed what I’ve been told: that there is only one of me, and that’s what makes me so special.

This, for a great percentage of people, is entirely true. And there is no way that could be changed (unless of course humans found a way to clone themselves; though the world does seem to be heading in this direction, with all the new technology that has been and will be developed.)

I would always say that I was grateful to be able to look in the mirror, and say that photos and reflections were the only way there would me multiple versions of me.

Now I know that someone else has had this view on life for the exact same amount of days and minutes as I have.

It is however a surprise that I was not informed of this because I had quite simply, been leading myself on. Again, I’m not the only one who has been doing so.

The phrase still applies to anyone who is not a twin, or a triplet, or a quadruplet, or a quintuplet, or— because there is still only one version of them. But when you are a twin, or a triplet, or a quadruplet, or— there is not only one version of you, there are multiple.

I’m not sure if this may be a good or bad thing to some people, or if they are indifferent.

But for me: This. Is. Bad. News.