The Truth About Being a Twin and Its’ Common Misconceptions


Recently, I was asked to talk about what it’s like to be a twin.

If you don’t already know, or have never noticed, don’t feel bad. It happens all the time.

Yes, I have a clone. And this guy is also on Medium.

I’m often given curious questions about being a twin, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary. These are some of the common questions I receive:

  • Hey, do y’all wear the same clothes sometimes to confuse people?
  • Is it fun being a twin?
  • Can you think of something while your brother is thinking about the exact same thing?
  • People must get y’all confused all the time, huh?

In all honesty, it’s been like that ever since I can remember.

Back in elementary school, kids would ask me if it was fun having a twin. More than likely, I would pass out laughing if I went back to hear my responses to those questions. I didn’t’ know that it was such a different experience for some kids to see two individuals who look the same.


I vaguely remember my brother and me switching classes one school day. I believe we were in second grade.

I don’t really remember if it was on purpose or just some random happening that occurred out of nowhere. But I do remember us being a little sneaky that day.

And everything was good until I didn’t respond to the teacher, who was calling my twin brother’s name during roll call.

The biggest issue, though, was that my mom was also a teacher at the school.

It wasn’t the best choice between the two of us.

Turns out, she didn’t like the idea too well. And, to my knowledge, that was the last time that ever happened.

But I guess that is one of the perks with being a twin. You can switch locations, and some people, if not most, would never notice the fact that I am a totally different human being — which brings me to my next point.


Twins are somewhat clones. However, we are still unique beings.

To the surprise of many, I still cannot unlock his iPhone. Can you guess why that is?

He has a unique finger print that is different from mine.

Believe me, we have our share of differences. Just because we look alike, and cause some people to stare at us, which happens every day, does not mean that we see the world through the same lenses.

Again, we are two, totally unique human beings. And I think people forget that sometimes.


Is it fun being a twin?

I would not have it any other way. In fact, I don’t know of any other way. Being a twin has been a part of my story since day one.

I can’t imagine what it would be like for me if my case was similar to twins who were separated at birth (or at a young age). That would be hard to cope with.

To be a part of a distinct category of people, aside from ethnicity and what not, is quite appalling each time I think about it.

“I really do have a clone,” is what I often remind myself, just in case I forgot.

I always have someone to talk to. And there is never a dull moment with this guy. From the jokes to the deeper discussions about God and what he has done in our lives, it never gets old.

Most of the time, though, it feels like we’re talking to ourselves — finishing each other’s sentences every now and then.

I guess it could be true when they say that twins often think about similar things at the same time (I don’t really know this for sure because I have never actually taken the time to research this idea).


We used to dress the same. But, as you probably know, that wears out overtime.

There is no possible way we can walk out of our apartment with the same clothes on. It’s not happening. I think we stopped that ungodly act at around nine or ten years old.

To some, this isn’t so bad. But to two individuals who have done it for ten years, it was time for a change. Plus, I kind of got tired of people claiming that I was my brother.

Now, on average, at least one person assumes that I’m my twin brother. And that is no exaggeration.

The scenario goes a little something like this:

We walk into the room.

Some genius, who never can accurately tell us apart, is feeling somewhat hopeful today.

They walk or, in many cases, run up to us.

“Wait a minute,” they yell, as other people in the room begin to glare at what is transpiring,

“Don’t tell me. You’re Kevin. And you’re Keith,” pointing to the wrong twin once again.

However, all twins don’t get upset when you call them the wrong name, which happens to be one huge misconception.

I mean, there really isn’t any reason to be mad.

I laugh sometimes when some people start apologizing for calling me Kevin. It’s an honest mistake. I get it. You thought you were calling me by my name, which isn’t Kevin. But I have a clone, so it’s perfectly understandable.


I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Welp, I’ve given you all a little piece of my brain. Hopefully, this gives you a little insight on what it’s like to be a twin — having an actually human being that looks just like you (that part gets me every time).

We’ve done everything together. We played sports on the same teams. We’ve taken the same classes — which was often soon changed, probably because of the whole “twin” thing. We’ve traveled together. It’s been awesome.

If I was given an opportunity to start over, I wouldn’t. It truly is the coolest thing that could’ve ever happened to me. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Thanks for reading, guys! I hope you enjoyed it. I’ll be sharing ideas like this each week. I’m always looking for new ways to learn, so if you have some other ideas, don’t hesitate to let me know. I’d love to hear it.

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