Rashan vs. Rashad

There’s a guy at work with a name similar to mine. Same amount of letters in the first name. Same amount of letters in the last name. First name starts with R.. Last name starts with W. My name is Rashan. His name is Rashad. See what I’m saying? People get us mixed up all the time. I can’t tell you how many misdirected emails both of us have received. It used to bother me because other than the name, we were nothing alike. We don’t look alike, act alike, talk alike. Nothing other than the name is even close. But then I remembered that there’s no sense in worrying about things that I can’t change.

I’ve known him for a couple of years. We even were in the same training classes as mentors a few times. I didn’t dislike him, but he wasn’t exactly my favorite person. I liked to laugh and joke, and he was more the strictly business type. That’s cool, to each his own. We were cordial to each other, but neither one of us would call the other a friend. Then a couple of weeks ago, I realized that we were more alike than I previously thought. He sits a row over from me and I saw his computer one day. He was watching “24” on the internet. I was like I watch that. Then the next day he was listening to some old school hip hop. EPMD, if I recall. I was like, I like old school hip hop. Yesterday, I heard him talking about the series finale of LOST. Everybody knows that’s my show. Then today, actually, right now as I’m typing this, he’s listening to Foreign Exchange. Word? I don’t know too many people that listen to that (in real life, not on the internet.) This dude is like a entertainment doppelganger. You know, a less handsome and charming doppelganger, but a doppelganger nonetheless.

If you are waiting for some profundity in this post, there is none. Just something I found strange.