Other Bridget's daughter got detention last week. I found out about it when I received an official letter from the school telling me so. One too many uniform infractions at school, it seems! It feels like just yesterday I was receiving emails about preschool photos and kiddie birthday parties. Kids grow up so fast! Especially Other Bridget's kid(s).
Following the chronicles of Other Bridget has become more complicated over the last year or so, however. There used to be just one true Other Bridget. Now I am pretty sure there are at least three Other Bridgets: one in Australia (the original Other Bridget), one in the UK (emerged last year-ish), and now one in South Africa. Australian Other Bridget used to have the craziest adventures with unpaid bills and vehicles getting submerged in the ocean, and UK Other Bridget is a brilliant artist who gets invited to all kinds of shows, but South African Other Bridget just got her stable door repaired, is traveling to some awesome locations in Africa, and is thinking of having a large sunshade installed in her yard.
I went through a stage where I stopped writing back to these misdirected emails. There were just so many of them, and the darker side of my humanity started to wonder if perhaps Other Bridget was doing this on purpose, at least a little bit. There were several times when I got an email in response to a form "I" had filled out online - a form in which "I" had entered my email address rather than Other Bridget's. Writing back to these companies turned into a really weird game of me saying "you have the wrong person" and them saying "...but YOU wrote US first." It got old.
But I'm back now - I respond to almost every non-automated Other Bridget email I get these days. I always feel like I have to offer up evidence that I am not THAT Bridget - it doesn't seem to be enough to just write "you have the wrong person." I have to add "I live in Finland, not Australia/UK/South Africa" or "I'm not installing a barn door" "I have daughters but they're not named ******** and they don't have a friend named ****** who is having a birthday party this weekend." It's a strange compulsion.
How are your Others doing these days?
