i really like names. the things people call themselves. these-these wonderous groups of syllables traded; swapped; created out of thin air, some thoughts, and a whole lot of self.
shorten them, lengthen them, throw the whole collection of letters away and start anew. co-opt a word! move through and around and relax within. change them if you please! regularly if you like. maybe even swap back, forth, and back again.
here's a thing. posted originally here (dead link), but in a different form. i was playing a game once and saw them. we talked about their name, briefly, for the five or so minutes we had.
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i know i'm very strange; i get excited when people are nice and neat and cool and talk to me when i play games such as these. your name is just very nice.
we all know i have a softspot for short-and-abstract and english-word names. yours happens to tickle me.
How short can a poem be? A sentence, a word, perhaps a letter? maybe it can be a carefully placed space, floating there, meaning. we now know, though, that there's a two letter contender. it's e., see.
could it be euler's number? possibly! estrogen? could be! maybe even nothing. a letter most common. everything. “anything”, you said, “eye of the beholder”.
i'm a lot, don't worry, i know. but your name, those two letters. they've taken me. e. you asked me! “what does it mean to you”. well, for the time being, and likely a little more—until this memory slips by lost to the hazy abyss of those forgotten—it means you.
(and something more personal in the same presentation style)
they call me genny, short for Genevieve.
it was given to me, accidentally, by a now-good friend. genny first, and then Genevieve. But it's not a given name. More offered and accepted. I like it—that's why I use it!—but it's not perfect I don't think. Not perfectly me I mean.
I have a brain-disconnect. Between my body and my mind. And I like a lot of names, some maybe even more than genny, but I don't think I can wear them. Not openly and feel good about it. Names like
Which sounds beautiful but I would be terrified to wear. What if someone saw me wearing it? They'd say it's not mine. They'd know it's stolen. It can't possibly be mine. How can a name such as that belong to someone that looks so
someone so me.
this page was originally 🌦.html, but the links were showing up url encoded in discord and elsewhere and, for some reason, firefox mobile was just not rendering the sun-storm rain cloud.
so now it's the double-underscore. which i think, "yeah, that might be better". if i go and overanalyze it- (well don't do that). why not? anyway, if we analyze it maybe too much we can say it's a metaphor for my lack of solid identity and desire to flip-flop between names a lot. "fill in name here". (that's dumb). hey, leave me alone, me. let me have fun.
i never do explain the emoji do i? i just like it. i use it in name fields a lot. the current canon is that rain is my middle name. it's so unassuming, the sun-rain. there are no expectations. just, maybe, that they're a little weird. or something.