Good grief, I never thought... Where's the shame in simply making up a name that I just think sounds cool, so long as I honestly give that as the reason if I'm asked? I do want it to describe me somehow, but why does it have to perfectly encapsulate my being? I think I have been taking this way too seriously, and letting idealism get in the way of practicality. Except for that core vibrational resonance that no one with a human windpipe could pronounce anyway, a name is just something for people to call you besides "Hey you!"
While I don't think the following phrase applies in all situations (I agree with those who feel net mockery is able to cause real hurts), I think it certainly does here, to me: "Get a life. It's just the goddamn internet."
The foregoing thoughts have almost certainly been influenced by reading
postvixen's writings on fluorescence, identity-play, and the like. (I am 68% fluorescent! *giggles*)
This all said, I do offer you the following quote from Hubert H. Humphrey: "In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be."
While I don't think the following phrase applies in all situations (I agree with those who feel net mockery is able to cause real hurts), I think it certainly does here, to me: "Get a life. It's just the goddamn internet."
The foregoing thoughts have almost certainly been influenced by reading
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This all said, I do offer you the following quote from Hubert H. Humphrey: "In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be."