It’s a funny thing: in my work, I repeatedly see names of people whom I have never met. Some are hysterical (I’d love to give some examples but discretion is the better part of valor), some are mellifluous, some are common, some are abrupt, some are odd in other ways…
Do you ever think objectively about your name?
Carol is becoming the Edna of my youth–a dated name that says old lady. Oh well!
When I was a bank teller in LA, a customer came to my window with a check made out to me. I stammered and stuttered and protested that she should make the check payable to Cash or to Security Pacific but not to me! She tilted her head, squinted her eyes, stared me down, and replied “Whachuu talkin’ bout? That’s mah nay-eem!”
My real question is this: do you hear a name and form an idea of the person who owns the name? Isn’t it weird how our preconception almost never matches reality?
Free TBOI (tasty bit of information): Ecuador is named after the Equator. How could I have just learned that for the first time today?