Hey, wanna play?

I suppose I should be upset, even feel violated, but I’m not. No, in fact, I think this is a friendly message, like “Hey, wanna play?” And yes. I want to play. I really, really do.

They do say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery… but frankly, I think this must just be a lie that parents tell their children to keep the world a healthy, less violent place. When someone copies you, imitates you, starts developing habits like you, you feel the need to rip their face off. Can’t you see I’m trying to be my own person here? I’m sorry that your personality is so boring that you simply feel the need to leech off of other people and steal theirs. But then again, I guess cats don’t have much of a personality anyways. They have to make up for it somewhere.

I watch Dexter. Great show, right? Paco watches Dexter as well. Watching Dexter was our thing. We used to sit on the couch, and watch Dexter. It was one of the only things that we actually do together to bond as friends.

But of course, Olive doesn’t like this because she has separation issues like a new puppy and can’t stand the fact that Paco and I might be talking. So guess who starts watching Dexter? And I know you’re probably sitting there being like “Wow, this seems a little unreasonable. It’s just Dexter.” But no. It’s not just Dexter.

Within the past couple of months, I’ve started taking a multivitamin in the mornings. You know, stay healthy. Whatever. Olive sees this and her immediate reaction is “You’re dumb. Blah blah blah. Mean words.” Well, thanks. But I actually didn’t ask for your opinion?

Fast forward some time and enter Paco. “You take a multivitamin? That’s smart.” Ohhh boy. You can only guess who starts taking multivitamins. Olive.

Sporcle. Super awesome fun website with a bunch of quizzes. It’s fun. Do it. So here I was, Sporcle-ing, when I needed help with one of the quizzes. So I asked Paco. We quizzed together for a little while and Olive joined (which is fine) and exit Katie for work.

I come home from work, after spending 8 hours with a plastered smile on my face and being 3 notches over the recommended fake happiness dosage for the day and Paco and Olive are still sitting on the couch Sporcle-ing. Actually, sitting isn’t really the right word to use. While I was gone, they had somehow morphed into a new human being. Probably one of the most uncomfortable looking positions I have ever seen. She was sitting backwards on the couch, somehow nuzzled into his chest and he was hunched over in a sitting position as if trying to snuggle his armpit into her face. Yummy. Oh, and her head is on half the keyboard. So I can only assume that they could answer questions using only the left side of the keyboard.

I wish I was kidding you when I said that they did every single quiz on the website in 4 days. That is scary. That is how you die. Via online quizzes. Either way, way to swipe that one right from underneath me too. Personality whore.

Analyzing this situation though, it all does make sense. Logically, I am me and Olive is Olive. So, if Olive is Olive and Olive is also me, then I am nothing. Demoralized. Well done. You have successfully stolen all of my little quirks and made them your own.

But seriously, what did it accomplish? You already have the guy. You won. Congratulations. The game is over. Apparently nobody informed you.