Have you ever wondered what your life would have felt like if you had been named differently? Would things have gone differently for you if you were named Oliver instead of Dave, or Polly instead of Tiffany?
I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about that, but today at Burger King (it was necessary, believe me) I had the opportunity to be someone else for just a few seconds. The guy at the counter took my order, looked up and said “Name?” And for some reason I told him “Clara”. I do not know why Clara, I just wanted to see how it felt. It’s not my name, not even close.
I realize there was no danger involved as in a spy alias, and it wasn’t like I was lying either – he didn’t specify that it had to be my name. It was just a small, secret excitement to keep my own name hidden and be a Clara for a few minutes. That old fashioned name that I never hear much anymore… I had to spend the wait time consciously thinking Clara thoughts, lest I forget who I was trying to be and not recognize my food when it was called out.
What became clear to me is that I have become so accustomed to “living in” my name, writing it, seeing it on letters, name badges, checks, hearing it spoken and just thinking it, that I can’t imagine being anyone else. It identifies my life to me and it feels strange to be called anything else. Just sayin’…
(Another totally weird thing is to google your name and see how many other people are called the same thing? How can that be? Have you done that?)
3 thoughts on “By Any Other Name”
I think this constantly! If I were a boy, I would have been Eric Johann which I have always found interesting. I am constantly told that I look like a “Kate” which is interesting to me as well. How do you decide what name “suits” a person? Personality? Hair color?
It took me FOREVER to get into the habit of signing my married name and when I am distracted I still find myself signing my maiden name. 🙂
Oh yeah, and how many times have you seen teen age girls doodling how their name would look with their boyfriends last name, trying it on for size… I also have friends who have not named their new baby for days and days after the birth because they were waiting to see what name “suited” it. I don’t know how they decided.
I have a hard enough time naming my characters!