I got the following reader email which was actually a comment in a blog yesterday that I wanted to address.
Specifically:
Hey Carl, I have a question I need answered. I tried searching and couldn’t find anything, so I’m coming to the source itself. Were you an extra in Charlie Wilsons war? More specifically, the window repair guy when Phillip Seymour Hoffman (Rest in peace) is yelling at the guy. If it’s not you, I may have found your doppelgänger. Which isn’t saying a whole lot since you do kinda look like a prototypical mid west middle aged white guy, but impressive nonetheless.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQ_4m2ocxhI go to about 2:25 in this video, and you’ll see what I’m talking about. Looking forward to the reply
I’ve never seen Charlie Wilson’s War but I heard it’s got pretty good acting despite a very weak plot.
That said, I regret to inform you that I was not an extra in the movie portraying an indoor office window cleaner.
However I think it’s safe to say this is the closest Dganger I’ve had in a good long time.
Zooming in, that’s a good long face with high cheek bones and the more I look at this the more I’m willing to believe that it’s actually me.
Like that’s me. That’s me as much as me typing this sentence right now and I don’t know what to say about it because I’m kinda freaked out.
Just earlier today I saw a trending story of two twin girls that vividly remembered dying in a car accident. But turns out they were just recalling details of their older twin sisters’ car accident that had unfortunately died before these twins were born. And I guess there’s no way these little girls could be recalling the level of detail they did about the day they supposedly died. So then people were speculating if there’s such thing as reincarnation and it was honestly pretty heavy stuff while I sat on my toilet and took a nice healthy dump this morning.
So needless to say this has me thinking extra hard to the point that I’m not going to sit here and tell you guys that’s not me. Because honestly who even knows anymore? I’m like 20-80 on my existence being a simulation and the fact I’m cleaning windows in Charlie Wilson’s war in front of one of my favorite actors isn’t helping arguments against.
So to answer your question:
I don’t know.
By conventional standards that guy probably isn’t me.
But the more I think about it, the more likely it becomes that I am the window cleaner in Charlie Wilson’s War.
You know what I mean?
We construct our own individual realities where the only real thing is your own individual perception. So if you believe it’s me, then it’s me. But only you can make that decision for yourself.
You know what I mean?