What you’re about to read is going to sound like it was ripped from the pages of a $4.99 self-help book found in the clearance bin at Barnes and Noble.
Excuse the cheesiness.
By the way, I could totally go for some cheese right now. The good kind on nachos that gets kinda hard after awhile but is still delicious. But not the horrible stuff you buy in blocks found at some organic grocery store.
I’m 33. Is it still acceptable for me to eat string cheese by peeling it like a banana?
I was really impressed with this guy I met weeks ago before Christmas. His name is James Holmes and he is sticking by his name, despite some inconveniences he’s had to deal with since the theater shooting.
His story made me think about self-identity and how we see ourselves as people through our names.
Our names were given to us, without our input, by our parents. I guess if they did ask us in the beginning, we’d have a bunch of Goo-Goo Smiths and Gaggahhahawaaaaah Andersons running around. Hahahaha!! Jojola sounds good.
I’m actualy named somewhat after Jeremiah Johnson (Jeremy Jon), the mountain man. I think that’s pretty awesome if you ask me. I would be a horrible mountain man, though. I like the conveniences of toilet paper . And warm socks. Not dying of hypothermia is cool too.
When we say or hear someone’s name, we may think of their physical image, but who they are often comes with the mental connection.
Like when I hear the name Mister Rogers, I think….nice dude in a sweater.
Lance Armstrong….cheater on a bike.
If only we could really know what perceptions people have of us when they mention our name during discussions or when they write Christmas cards.
Our name grows with us and it’s used by people who love us and sometimes by people who may detest our existence.
You can’t control who uses your name and how they use it. If they trash it, that’s cool. Their mental waste bin is likely full and they have their own problems with garbage.
Gossip is the junk food of conversation. Let them have their fill.
But do YOU like your name?
If you do, I bet you’re doing okay.