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⌈ Secret Post #2944 ⌋

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Re: Names and Identity

[(Anonymous)]

This is an incredibly interesting question.

I have always had a strange association with my name, while I love it very much. My name is one of the whitest names possible, and I am hispanic. Like, my name should have been Maria Sandiego. Or something. But it's on par with Sally Green (in terms of how astray it would lead you into thinking I was a particular person, if you did not know who I as, what I look like). The thing is, my name is much less used than Sally, very much so. So much so, that my name is tied in a particular way with my identity. There aren't many of us "Sallys" around (I suppose a better name would be Ingrid).

I find that my name, its definition does reflect some (if not many) character traits of mine. I also feel, that I like it, stand alone, particulars, to echo what mekkio wrote, there is only one. And truth is, there is only one me, and I am that person with this particular name. And I have a relationship with my name, because it does not sound like it would belong to me, yet it does, and as time goes on, one begins to realize that this name and I, our uniqueness, the minutiae of the two things, do indeed belong together.

All these things said, I believe names are important, play an important role in how we view are selves, contain a secret power, and how we will go on in the world. One can, of course, distance oneself from the name, change the name, break the connection or never really have a connection with their name. And that is fine too. To each their own.

I love my name, and I retain it. But I do play around with other names. I know I would have liked to have a boys' name. OR a female name that could be shortened to sound like a boys' name. Often, people misunderstand my name, and it does indeed sound like a boys' name or another name completely. And I let them call me by that name. It's fun. I also give other names that I like when I order food at different establishments that ask for my name. It's fun, gives me a rush, and I am someone else while being myself, inside.

I don't know if I've made any sense or sound like a raving loon.