Ihave found out lately that this person – let’s say the name is Copycat – whom I know through a friend, has been following my virtual steps. Although to be honest, I think that this person has been doing this waaay before I have entered blogosphere.
It started with small things. It’s not difficult to notice since this person was quite close to me back then. Physically.
And Copycat followed my steps, physically too (not literally shadowed me, but, well, almost though). What I did, Copycat did it the next day. What I said, Copycat said it the next day. Where I went, Copycat went the next day.
Being copied is one thing. Raised by parents who always teach me to watch my moves and be aware of social etiquette, I find Copycat irritatingly has no manner. Several times Copycat did something which drove me crazy, all small things, most of them are nonsense to others. But for a person who pays attention to the greatest details and expects the best out of everyone, nothing escapes from my eyes.
Then we have drifted apart. I have no regret since I couldn’t find anything in common with Copycat. Over the time, however, I silently confirm what I have been thinking about Copycat.
I moved to Blogger in October after Ecky’s suggestion. Before long I have found a new addiction, and also a new community. Copycat finds it shortly afterwards since we are virtually connected. Copycat goes to blogs and sites I regularly visit and leave comments just like I do. Copycat puts links on Copycat’s new blog (guess what is the weblog publishing tool that is chosen for such honor?), all the links which I put on my Finally Woken. Being a true copycat, Copycat never acknowledge how Copycat lands in people’s sites. Usually when the first time a blogger leaves a comment in someone’s site, s/he explains how s/he is directed to that particular site. It could be a link from someone else’s blog, or an accidental finding when google-ing a specific topic. It’s like when I typed “copycat image” on Google, I’ve found two cute images which I considered best to describe what I’m writing. And when I put the images on this posting, I link the image back to the original sites.
Anyway I couldn’t care less, though. I don’t need Copycat to acknowledge my existence. I could pretend and practice to be a celebrity whose everything is being copied and followed by (a) fan(s). And the bigger the person, the more fans they will have. For someone who’s far from perfect, who’s not famous, who has so many flaws, who is still learning, who hasn’t reached many goals, who hasn’t met success standards, and who is a fan of many bigger people, having someone else thinking I’m worthy to be followed should be considered an achievement, right? Right?
Beside, I guess I’m lucky because Copycat doesn’t copy my design, creation, or my other intellectual properties. What Copycat has done so far, to my opinion, is copying me. It feels like Copycat has been trying to develop a world’s perception about Copycat. But you can’t copy a brand. You can’t change your personality to be someone else. You might try to be someone you’re not but it will make you tired, wouldn’t it?
Perhaps I’m overreacting. Perhaps I’m being fussy over nothing. But I can’t help feeling itchy although I couldn’t find which part of my body that is needed to be scratched. Maybe I need sharp claws from Tilly Cat, my original cat!
Note: big thanks to the copycat images which I copied from people who are talking about being copied, not cats. Click on the images to find the links to the original sites.