There’s a feeling you get when you drunkenly stumble into a frat house with your best friend by your side. The two of you are about to pee yourselves from laughing so hard, and the whole fraternity looks to see who could be causing such a ruckus. They shake their heads and sigh, “Good Lord, the twins are here.”
Having a twin in a sorority is a relationship that no one truly understands–unless, of course, you have one. Sure, you can look at it from the outside and try to understand it, but it goes so much deeper than that. Having a twin in a sorority is, in my opinion, almost exactly the same thing as having a twin in real life.
My twin and I weren’t always the fabulous shit show that we are now. In fact, we were roommates our freshmen year, and we lasted about two weeks before we wanted to kill each other. We didn’t really talk the rest of freshmen year, until we both became new members of the same sorority. I was hesitant, to say the least, to accept her in my pledge class because of our rough past. It wasn’t until big/little reveal that I knew I had to make the best of this situation. I remember reveal like it was yesterday: my big surprised me in the study room of my dorm with a heart that had my name on it my name on it. It sang “How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You” when you pressed a button, and she also gave me a box of chocolates. To this day, it is one of my favorite memories of college. But when it was time for everyone to take big/little pictures later that day, I was disheartened to find out I had to share my beautiful, perfect, and extraordinary big not only with someone else, but with a girl who I didn’t like. But eventually, after new member meetings, mixers, and family dinners, I realized that my twin and I weren’t so different. Actually, we were two peas in a pod.
Since then, my twin and I have been through it all. If you need to find us on a Sunday morning, chances are we’re snuggling in bed, going over the previous night. We’ve gotten into some crazy situations, like the time we invited ourselves to a fraternity’s Valentine’s Day date party. I know I can call her for anything, whether it’s a ride, a sushi date, a shoulder to cry on, or a day-drinking partner. She’s my rock, and no matter what happens, she’ll be there for me.
Having a twin means you never have to walk alone. She’s your other half and she’ll tell you the truth no matter what. She’ll tell you that your dress DOES make you look fat, that the boy you like IS an asshat, and that it IS okay to cry. Your twin is a mentor and a peer all at once. You are more confident when you’re together because your twin brings out the best in your personality, and enhances your best qualities. Sure, you have your differences, but they somehow compliment each other so perfectly that it amazes you that you’ve survived this long without her.
Sometimes, you and your twin may even act like biological twins. Though you don’t have “twin telepathy,” you can have a whole conversation with just one look. You also find yourselves getting into trouble together, too. I’ve lost count of the amount of times my twin and I have been sent to standards for the same crime. Our standards chair has even toyed with the idea of just having one meeting for the both of us, to save her time.
People may roll their eyes when you yell “TWINNING!” and high five, or they may make fun of you and shake their heads at your antics. At the end of the day, they’re the ones missing out. They’ll never understand what it’s like calling someone at 3 a.m., mascara running down your face, heels in hand, your heart broken in two, to hear your twin simply say, “Brad again? You coming here, or am I coming to you?” They’ll never understand justifying bad habits, Wednesday bar nights, and the single look of “I wouldn’t.” Sure, you have your sisters, but life is just more fun when you’re a twin.
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