According to my computer's dictionary a doppelgänger is:
In fiction and folklore, a doppelgänger is a paranormal double of a living person, typically representing evil or misfortune. In the vernacular, the word has come to refer to any double or look-alike of a person.
The word also is used to describe the sensation of having glimpsed oneself in peripheral vision, in a position where there is no chance that it could have been a reflection. Doppelgängers often are perceived as a sinister form of bilocation and are regarded by some to be harbingers of bad luck. In some traditions, a doppelgänger seen by a person's friends or relatives portends illness or danger, while seeing one's own doppelgänger is an omen of death.
Whew I had no idea it would be so ominous! I have met mine, I just don't really see it. But I was trying to take some photos of my new scarf and I got these photos.
I know they don't really show off the scarf very well, I will take others. But back to my story. I was amazed when I looked at the photos because I did not see myself, I saw my sister. The lower one especially. If I had not just taken the photos you could have convinced me they were her.
People have always said we look alike but I don't think either one of us really sees it. We have held jobs together at the same time, three times now. (She is a good sister and I am able to get jobs on my own now.) Once I was asked if we were twins, when I responded "No", the reply was, Are you sure? There are a few years difference in our ages so yeah I am sure! (Why do people ask such silly questions? I think I would know if I was a twin!)
So now what am I to do with the knowledge that we are each other's doppelgänger? And what about the last line of that definition? We share the same relatives are we continually predicting each other's deaths? Freaky!!
I will tell you that the last time we went home for Christmas one of our nephews mistook me for my sister and said You changed your hair. Yeah kid I've changed my hair since the last time I saw you two years ago. Then it hit me. (I am a bit slow on the uptake at times, clearly it runs in the family.)
You could see him look back and forth between us. Then he looked at me and said I thought you were dead!? Nope, I am just the aunt that gets you underwear for Christmas from now on! Wow looks like maybe we should go home more often.