"You are missing out on an awesome night! Everyone wanted to meet you because they think your name is amazing! You should have been here!"
Further to this entry from Claire H. Routh, along with the above comments that I received recently, I feel it is appropriate to talk names. As if I ever need an excuse - names fascinate me: I could talk for hours about psychological interpretations, surnames, first names, full names, nicknames, unusual names, popular names, biblical names, classical names, posh names, foreign names, common names, stereotypical names....and the rest.
Flitter Bee n. A truncated version of two first names. Felicity Beatrix found that her friends couldn't be bothered to say her name when they were younger, so she became Flitty-Bee, and it stuck, now more commonly written as Flitterbee. Synonyms: flix, flickitybix, FB, feebeetree, flixytrix, flitbit, flibby, fleetabix, fleabea, flickitbitch, beeaatch, etc... (I could go on all night...)
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Wouldn't it be so cool if that were true...? /weird
Over the years, my name has taken on many different forms, some from a natural progression, some a conscious choice. Contrary to many people I know, I like my name in all it's glory - it's a great ice-breaker, allowing for a immediate conversation upon introduction. It means people are more likely to remember me, and makes me more interesting by pure virtue of having an interesting name, albeit somewhat pretentious. Maybe it's a sign of insecurity - a person shouldn't be defined by their name, why do I place such emphasis on it? Yet everyone knows, subconsciously, we do judge, we do make assumptions. Those conclusions may not necessarily affect our assessment of the person once you get to know them, but first impressions always count.
Today has taught me: you can make friends more easily simply due to the fact that you have an unusual (yet pronounceable) name.
On the jukebox: Goo Goo Dolls ~ Iris
Flitter Bee n. A truncated version of two first names. Felicity Beatrix found that her friends couldn't be bothered to say her name when they were younger, so she became Flitty-Bee, and it stuck, now more commonly written as Flitterbee. Synonyms: flix, flickitybix, FB, feebeetree, flixytrix, flitbit, flibby, fleetabix, fleabea, flickitbitch, beeaatch, etc... (I could go on all night...)
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Wouldn't it be so cool if that were true...? /weird
Over the years, my name has taken on many different forms, some from a natural progression, some a conscious choice. Contrary to many people I know, I like my name in all it's glory - it's a great ice-breaker, allowing for a immediate conversation upon introduction. It means people are more likely to remember me, and makes me more interesting by pure virtue of having an interesting name, albeit somewhat pretentious. Maybe it's a sign of insecurity - a person shouldn't be defined by their name, why do I place such emphasis on it? Yet everyone knows, subconsciously, we do judge, we do make assumptions. Those conclusions may not necessarily affect our assessment of the person once you get to know them, but first impressions always count.
Today has taught me: you can make friends more easily simply due to the fact that you have an unusual (yet pronounceable) name.
On the jukebox: Goo Goo Dolls ~ Iris
*is intrigued*
ReplyDeleteAnd a comment pop-up box!
Nice pop-up box ;o)
ReplyDeleteI'm still going with your name being Princess Jasmine - though I've not bothered to search that on facebook, yet :oP
I thought it was too good to be true..
;o) xxx
I knew Felicity Beatrix was too good to be true :(
ReplyDeleteYou're not one of those unfortunate souls with a double-entendre for a name, are you? Like Ivana Bangham or Heaven Leigh? That would certainly leave an indelible impression.