Well, it probably wouldn’t work well.
I’m not particulary good at meeting people or starting conversations, so we’d probably never get around to talking to each other.
And if we did, A couple days and I’d be ready to kill him. I’d even have a good reason. He knows all my secrets and I don’t trust him not to slip up and starting blabbing them.
Am I offically neurotic now?
I’d probably want to kick his ass.
Good lord, yes, my clone would most likely drive me nuts. Two vain, self-centered, passive-aggressive, obsessive-compulsive broads sharing an apartment would be homicide waiting to happen.
First of all, I would need a fully grown clone–I’d snap my kid self’s neck like a twig within an hour of meeting the cocky little bastard. Since the clone’s shockingly good looks would be matched only by its monstrous character flaws, knowitallism and general assholery, after a week or so of furious fighting and make-up sex (…what?), I would predict a violent murder-suicide. After all, I could hardly live with myself after killing something so beautiful, could I?