There are seldom enough hours in the day to accomplish everything that I need to do. Working, taking care of the house, running errands, and assisting my son with his studies, is only a small portion of my daily responsibilities. Would it be nice to have a clone of myself who could help out? Of course it would. But, no way!
One is enough. I can’t imagine having another me running around. Sure it would be nice to hand over the cleaning of the bathroom, and the errands to someone else, but I’m certain that the other me would drive me nuts. It’s already hard to enough to live with myself some days.
I’ve heard stories about men having multiple wives, so obviously that suits some people, which is fine. It’s their life. They can live it however they choose. But when I imagine that type of lifestyle, I think of the many conflicts that could arise in a home. Jealousy, arguments, unsolicited advice, and competition. Add all of that to emotional roller-coasters and PMS, and you’ve got a house full of ticking time bombs. No thank you.
That’s how I imagine my life if I had a clone. All of my emotions, stress, insecurities, doubts, and fears would be doubled. Granted, I would get a lot more done. Procrastination would probably become non-existent, and my house would be cleaner than ever before. All of my projects would get completed, and I might finally have time to read the hundreds of books sitting on my bookshelf.
That all sounds great and almost tempting, but I doubt that the trade off would be worth it. Plus, I like quiet time and if the other me talks as much as I do, I’m afraid that eventually she’d be locked up in another room.
So if I were given the choice to have myself cloned, would I do it? No way. One is enough.
This post is in response to The Daily Post prompt: Clone Wars
If you could clone yourself, how would you split up your responsibilities?