I'd like to have an alter-ego. Not like a second personality, but a real person existing separate from myself that could let out my subconscious desire to be mean or ugly.
For instance, today in my writing class a guy from Wyoming (I only mention that because he thought it important enough to mention himself about five or six times) was reading a story he's written during one of our workshopping sessions. Now, one of the rules of workshopping is that you don't talk when people are responding to your story, except to ask questions.
As you might guess by where this story seems to be leading, he decided not to follow this rule in the slightest. Not only did he interrupt people while they were critiquing, but he did so in such a way as to imply that they were stupid for not understanding what was going on in his story.
It was at this point that I began to ache for my arch-twin (much like Evil Cody is to Real Cody, or Wario to Mario) to come walking in the door and promptly smack him across his Cheyenne-loving face. Dually so simply because he takes all his class notes on a Mac i-Book.
This is just one example of the many times that I wish someone would come into the room, provide a much needed smakdown, and be on his way while all the girls gape in disbelief and all the boys mentally high-five him.