What's in a name?
So, I got to thinking here. Sometimes, without rhyme or reason, I'll get thinking and way over analyzing something in everyday life and today it was names. No, I do not do drugs.
Like, what did Geronimo yell before he jumped?
Or, Mike Hunt...when he prank calls people does he say "AM I THERE?" and then wonder why it never works for him?
We don't get to choose our names, our parents give them to us. We go through our lives answering to whatever spread of letters we were dealt. I don't have any kids, but I wonder what goes into naming someone. I named my pets, and thank goodness they don't understand English. I think my dog "Beeker" would be mad. Right now, he goes around thinking he's got a cool name, but you know you goofed when the response by everyone when you tell them your dog's name is "BEEKER? WHY BEEKER?"
I think my cat Foobie knows he got screwed out of a good name. Cats seem to know these things.
Then there's the dreaded middle name. It's like a curse passed down generation by generation. The parents most often were not cruel enough to throw a Mortimer down on you for your first name, but people's middle names are rarely uncringeable, much less tolerable. Yes, I made up the word "uncringeable," but I like it so there.
Then there's Mike. Come on people. How many Mike's do we need in this world? No offense to all the Mikes out there, it is a good solid name, but I know so many Mikes that to differentiate between them I have to assign them other names. Like Tallahassee Mike, Tall Mike, Boston Mike, Beard Mike, etc.
Think of all the times in school when they heard "Hey Mike!" then turned around and heard "Not YOU!"
Poor Mikes. At least they never had to worry about getting a keychain with their name on it.
I got the gyp too. I always have to be a pain in the ass. My name is Katharine. Not Catherine, Katherine, Kathleen, Kathryn or Quatterine, but KathArine, with a double "A." There have never been more C's with sticks on the left side of them or e's with sticks on the right than in the hurried spelling of my name. It's to the point now where I don't care.
Dumb lady: "K-e-f-r-i-n?"
Me: "Yeah, that's perfectthat's exactly how you spell it."
You know Sting's real name is Gordon Sumner?
I've thought about changing my name before, but I just haven't been able to think of a cool one. They always end up sounding like pornstar names.
I think I'd probably forget that I changed it, toothen if somebody yelled "Hey Rochella Sebastian, look out for that bus!" I'd be dead meat.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed my random brain dribbling.
