Opposite

I often wonder what Opposite Tim would do. Regular Tim penny pinches and eats sandwiches contemptible by refugee standards. Regular Tim reads books to fight that darned Alzheimer's disease. (Gotta stay agile in the brain sonny!)

Opposite Tim would worship Blizzard, the video game company. The rituals would not be complete without playing excessive amounts of Warcraft, World of Warcraft, and StarCraft two. Opposite Tim also likes himself. A lot. too much. Opinions would be ignored, warnings met with water balloons, and rebukes met with puke. Life is too good to be bothered with obstacles, much less ugly annoying people.

I think that our alternate opposite egos represent desires that never see daylight. The desire the pump shotgun shells into annoying administrative assistants should not be exercised. No one would receive their paychecks, or enjoy the pleasure of screened phone calls. Likewise the curiosity towards one's capacity for oreos does not add to the homo-sapien legacy. Still, these secret cravings lurk beneath the skin.

Are they us, or aren't they? Maybe Batman's Harvey dent lived freer than batman. No cowl. No cape. Only the both sides of his nature in clear view.

Summary: Luckily opposite Tim would have made a terrible criminal.