An Existence Parallel

Before I could accept the reality in my own life, my parallel identity had announced it to the world. I have no idea why...Did this person value my need for privacy? Far from it...She decided to engage in a dialogue with other people who seemed familiar from the real world but not really. People who I did not feel comfortable telling details about my personal life but nonetheless was sharing details like who I was infatuated with and whom I wanted to be with. Things like I was bored right now and that I had left paradise far behind. This person seemed more at ease with the person she was then I ever can be. She does not seem like she is searching for an identity. She has a confidence that I envy, a personality that I show just glimpses of but she is not much different from in many ways. Same hair, same eyes, even the same black spot on the upper lip. She is me. I am her. A reflection of each other, with such diverse, varied interests that take off from the same place but seem to find their own place in the universes they reside in. Sometimes it scares me, that my virtual self is more of a person then I am, that she seems to be more friendly than I am but then I guess every pitfall has those ropes handed down to climb out of it. I can almost see the ends of the rope that I have being lowered into my personal form of ditch. Maybe it is not the end after all. There are other pits and more ropes...