Calumet & Calumet

The event occurred on the corner of Calumet and Calumet, the place where the street meets itself. The bells ringing from The Mission signaled six o’clock. I looked up to glimpse those bells clanging high in the tower. As I turned back to the sunset I was startled by a couple walking past me in the opposite direction. To my great surprise the man in the passing couple was, indeed, myself.
I looked a few years older, or maybe a few years younger, I really couldn’t be sure. There was a  young lady walking with me whom I haven’t met or have forgotten altogether. I stopped and followed myself with my eyes.
This was most certainly myself that had just passed me on the street, but how is that possible? I had no way of rationalizing it, yet there it was actually happening at that very second. I could not look away.
Just as I began to accept this oddity, I called out to myself,
“Hey, asshole! Take a picture, it’ll last longer. Fucking creep,” and I continued around the corner.
Absolute rage. I very nearly ran to fight this other person too rude to be myself. But I remained in place, cooled then chilled by the idea I might kill myself. I tried to calm down. Clumsily, through confusion and anxiety, I came to the conclusion that it was pretty rude of me to just stare at myself like that; I must have thought I was staring at the girl. The shouting made me feel bad, like after yelling at a child. I took a moment to reflect on what had just transpired on the corner of Calumet and Calumet
Years on, I’ve forgotten which myself I was on the corner at one minute after six in the evening on that suddenly strange day.