I posted about you.

My wife is in a fertility clinic at the moment, with the hopes of us becoming parents.<br><br>There's a woman in the waiting room who is knitting a blanket. She has three others wrapped around her arms, as well as two/navbar.<br><br>She looks familiar, but I can't quite place her. Maybe it's the way the dim light casts shadows on her face, or maybe it's just the fact that the prospects of fatherhood are making you see the world in a different light.<br><br>Whatever the reason, I still can't place her. I can't help but stare at the knitting needles, the clicking of the yarn resonating in my ears. It's almost soothing, besides the fact that she has two needles on each hand, clicking the four needles in rhythm.<br><br>I approach her, hesitantly. "Hi? Excuse me?"<br><br>She looks up. I can't see her expression, it's hidden behind the shadows. "Hi? Excuse me?" She echoes.<br><br>I ignore the fact that she echoed me for the sake of not seeming rude. "I know you from somewhere."<br><br>She chuckles, the clicking of the needles faltering. She pats the seat beside her. "Sit down. Please, I'm glad you noticed."<br><br>I do as she says, sitting.<br><br>"There's a subreddit." She says, stopping to take a deep breath.<br><br>I wait for her to finish the sentence.<br><br>"It's not you from the doctor's office, is it? I remember I said something there."<br><br>"My name is Rachel." She says. "And I posted about you on Reddit."<br><br>I rub my eyes. I don't know if this is weird or not.<br><br>"What? No. I didn't post about you."<br><br>"Please know this is not an attack on you." Rachel says. "I posted about you, but it's not you in real life. It's just a representation of the people there."<br><br>I'm confused. "Representation?"<br><br>"I thought it would be weird if I used your real name on the internet, besides, it's not really you I'm talking about."<br><br>"Is it the knitting needles? Because I actually posted about you."<br><br>"No no no," Rachel says, actually laughing. "I posted about you on the subreddit."<br><br>I'm really confused at this point.<br><br>"I thought it was the knitting needles." I admit.<br><br>"No," Rachel says, actually giggling. "It's another subreddit. I'm just the nice lady who knits at the doctor's office."<br><br>"Okay," I say.<br><br>"I'm sorry you were confused." Rachel says.<br><br>"No no no," I say. "I'm sorry."<br><br>Rachel actually laughs.<br><br>"What's the chamber?" I ask.<br><br>"I can't say," Rachel says, her giggles trailing off.<br><br>"Oh." I say.<br><br>"It's you know the drill," Rachel says. "I know this is confusing."<br><br>"No no no," I say again. "I'm sorry."<br><br>Rachel chuckles, and I'm starting to feel like a broken record at this point.<br><br>"There's a chamber," Rachel says. "And there's a post on it. It's not you. It's just your doppelganger."<br><br>"Oh okay," I say. "I thought I was doppelganger of someone else, but it was just actual you."<br><br>Rachel laughs again.<br><br>"I'm sorry to have confused you." I say.<br><br>"No no no," Rachel says.<br><br>I realize I'm wearing the exact same outfit as I was in the post, and I don't really wear this outfit often. It feels like a weird coincidence.<br><br>Rachel looks at my outfit, her expression still hidden by the shadows. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry." She says.<br><br>"If you feel better telling me about it, that's okay."<br><br>"No no no," Rachel says. "It's fine."<br><br>"It's up to you." I say.<br><br>"No really," Rachel says. "I'm fine."<br><br>"I'm fine too," I say.<br><br>Rachel chuckles, actually smiling.<br><br>"Oh my god, I'm going to look like a fool." I say.<br><br>Rachel laughs.<br><br>"I'm going to post about you on a chamber," I say. "Just to fulfill the weird post loop."<br><br>Rachel laughs again, harder this time.<br><br>"You know the drill." I finish.<br><br>Rachel wipes tears from her eyes, laughing.<br><br>"I'm glad I made you laugh." I say.<br><br>Rachel actually cries.