I should have seen it coming…
Foreshadowed early on.
I did not like my name.
Ordinary.
Plain.
I wanted a different middle name, so I could go by PJ…mama said daddy SPECIFICALLY chose the middle name, so NO ONE could call me PJ.
Damn.
Eventually, I did change my mind.
I grew into my name.
It works.
Funny thing though…
I also grew into these friendships, where not unlike a pat on the back or a big old hug…another name was slapped on, just like the Hello, my name is sticker!
Now, I am covered with them…all over the place.
More names than Sybil I think…
Darma, then Darma Zanzibar…shortened to DarmaZ, which morphed to DarmazumbaZ, then sunhat and skillet, hot shot, and on and on it goes…
Seems pretty easy, easier by the day…should you see me pass by
Odds would be in your favor…a name you might toss, is indeed mine.
Funny
That.
Oh William, I think perhaps you missed a piece…I’m feelin you, I am, but…
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
These monikers, slung with affection and humor
so very much a part of thee.
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