The other day, I came across a writing prompt on another writing platform and it intrigued me:
“An exact clone of you is created, but it’s the opposite gender. If you married the clone, would that create The Perfect Marriage with no fights or misunderstandings?”
I decided since this question is purely hypothetical, I’ll play along …
I’ll begin by saying no way could I ever marry an opposite clone of myself, exact in every way except for the extra appendage. It wouldn’t work. Now I’ll back that up with my reasoning …
There would be a few positives that would make it interesting:
I would never encounter cooking something my partner doesn’t like.
We would each know exactly what our partner likes and dislikes in the … uh … carnal needs department.
He also wouldn’t have to guess what I would most like for my birthday, or Christmas, or what my favorite flowers and perfume are.
We would already be squeezing the toothpaste tube the same way and liking and disliking the same TV programming …
Now for my main concerns. I am not happy with everything about me. Is anyone? Be honest now. Don’t we all have things we wish we could change about ourselves?
Keep in mind, with a clone, those dislikes would be accentuated, mirrored, maybe even doubled and thrown right back at us —we would dislike them even more.
Wouldn’t marrying our clone also mean we would have identical health problems, i.e., cancer, painful arthritis, or go blind? Would we also be programmed to die on the very same day?
To live with someone every day who thinks like us, acts like we do, has the very same wants, desires, likes and dislikes, might be intriguing for a little while.
BUT, a lot of what makes a marriage exciting and interesting comes from learning and sharing our differences and our past with a partner.
One last observation? Marrying a clone would be boring as hell. It wouldn’t work for me.
C'est la vie. Such is life.
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I quarrel with myself more than I do with anybody else.
A line form a couple of songs come to mind for me if l was to marry a male clone of myself.
“If you leave me can l come too” …. And …. “So your bags are packed by the door…. darling, I don’t blame you cause l’d leave me too” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣