Monday, March 22, 2010
The Fall of Single Feather...
Names
Names are something is really important. Names are a label. A representation of who we are. It reflects our character, our personality.
However, this is not always the case. There situations whereby names do not reflect the person properly, or someimes people find a better name to label the person. Hence, we have nicknames.
I have a nickname. One that most of you do not know, of course. Only a minimal few knew about it. The first person who discovered it was my primary school classmate. She called me to ask about something, but my sister picked up the phone. When my sister called for me, she called me by my nickname a litTtle too loudly.
That was how she found out. She inquired me about it afterwards, but I didn't really care about it. Everyone has been calling me that name for plenty of years.
Every now and then, I'm still referred by that name. I've even told a few people about it so that they wouldn't be surprised when my sister call me that. Partially because I thought the name was amusing too.
My older cousin has a really cute nickname. It sounds awesome, and it kind of suits him. He's a really huge guy, but he is kind of nice. Sadly, he thought that name was downright embarrassing. Honestly, it is. I won't be affected by this kind of things anyway.
After all, my name is a representation of myself.
Later...
Taken by one of the magicians::
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