This morning on my rollerblade, I came across this guy that I must have passed a zillion times, just him and his dog. Usually I’m going by so fast, he’s basically a blur, but the wind was fierce this morning, slowing me down and giving me quite the glimpse. And here’s what I found out: this man looks exactly like his schnauzer. I mean exactly. Right down to the gray bushy eyebrows and poofy mustache.
I wish I’d had my phone to take a picture for you, but what was I going to say, “Excuse me, your resemblance to your dog is simply uncanny, may I document it with my Blackberry and post it on Twitter?”
This is not news, we’ve all heard about this phenomenon before and seen plenty of pictures (like the one I found for this post). And they always make me hope that I look like my dogs – because they’re both simply beautiful. This morning’s sighting did the same. So there I was, imagining my picture next to Baloula’s and Silas’ furry mugs and wondering why someone would buy a schnauzer anyway (I’m a big dog kinda girl) and thinking about how odd it really is that people look like their dogs…
When it hit me.
Maybe we choose our particular dog because s/he looks like us. And (totally guessing this is subconscious) we think the dog is cute/beautiful/irresistible because we’re seeing ourselves in the dog. Like how we think our own children are beautiful – duh, because they look like us.
Is that how we pick our friends? Our lovers? The careers we want to have? Our clothes? The blogs we read? Our food? The authors we love? Our favorite writing platforms? Of course – in many cases – not because they look like us, but because the act like us, vibe like us, feel like us…or who we want to be.
Is it all just narcissism? Or maybe we could classify it as a pristine edition of self-love.
Image credit: examiner.com