This one time I was out at a bar, one of those rare occasions when I actually make a public appearance that isn't work related, and I saw a girl who looked exactly like me. Not just similar. EXACTLY. Same hair color, same build, same profile, SAME FACE. She wore the same kind of clothes and the same glasses. Her hair was cut the same as mine. All of this is was true, except she was a version of me from 10 years earlier. She was even wearing an outfit I specifically remember wearing in that bar back in my early 20's when it was a regular hangout of mine. The part that was weirdest was that she didn't seem to notice this at all. Oh, trust me. I gave her every opportunity to notice. I even made conversation with her. She seemed uninterested in exploring something that I thought must be paranormal in nature. She acted like I used to act. Odd. I thought on this a while as I observed her casually. I imagined myself 10 years earlier: standing by the wall, awkwardly room watching, spilling a bit of virgin rum and coke on my bohemian print blouse, and looking around slyly to see if anyone noticed. I wondered for a moment if time had begun to fold in on itself. Of course I would recognize her. I know her better than she knows herself. And of course she wouldn't recognize me. I'm 40 lbs. heavier, in mom jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, with no indication of hair product. I remembered a woman coming up to me, making a passing comment about how I remind her of someone, feeling unjustifiably uncomfortable and making a polite exit. I think I remember that happening.