My name is a small obscure one. It consist of four letters and had two thirds of its original syllables cut off because my parents (or just my mom) thought it might be too long for me to spell. I've been carrying it with me everywhere i go and to some extent, i hate it. I remember it on school notebooks, name tags, and having it stretched thin on the impatient tones of school teachers - all of which were ladies sporting upper lip hair. My name does not have any rhythm, cadence or timbre. It's called out in one stabbing utterance and, i always answer to it.
I appreciate it from time to time though. It actually means 'God remembers' so that's pretty special. I much prefer it to something mundane, like John or against something stupid, like a Ricky. I always have this idea you can never take any man who's name ends with an 'eeee' sound seriously, like Bobby, Johny, Tommy, and the ubiquitous Rocky.
