Being Owen Wilson
It is happening again.
Random people have started asking me if anyone has ever told me I look like Owen Wilson. It stopped for several years, but now that I am jobless again and feeling positive about the future, it has started all over again. Somehow my relaxed state of mind is correlated with people perceiving my inner Owen-ness.
It started five years ago when my friend Mark insisted on showing me graphic images of dead bodies he had acquired on some god-forsaken bulletin board. I didn’t want to look, but by the time I escaped I was already feeling faint. I tumbled forward onto the floor as I lost consciousness. When I woke, Mark was looking down at me, ‘are you ok man?’. At the time it was just a little bloody nose and a sore face. It wasn’t until later I realized the shape of my nose had been irrevocably changed, and with it I became the other Wilson twin.
So today I am sitting here thinking about Owen, wandering what his life is like, and how fate brought our noses together. He is a funny guy and I am not at all unhappy to be compared to him, although he occasionally picks some dud roles. I also wonder if one day he will get sick of having such a unique proboscis and get plastic surgery to correct that flat bit. On that day will people start saying to him, “Hey Owen, do you know that you look like that John Normal guy, before he fell on his face and started looking like you.”