What's in a Name?
I get to say my name a lot more often now that I work for jetBlue. When you think about it, you don't really say your own name a lot. You write it, and hear it, but unless you're introducing yourself, there aren't a lot of reasons to say your name aloud. But I get to say my name all the time now: "Thank you for calling jetBlue, this is Jayne, how can I help you?" I'm kind of surprised how often people say it back to me or ask me to repeat it again. "Jayne?" or "What did you say your name was?". But I am also amazed at how many people hear me introduce myself and then call me Dana for the rest of the conversation.
"Oh hi Dana, I need to change my flight." "You've been a big help, Dana" "Where are you located Dana?"
I occasionally get Jamie, but more often than not, I'm Dana. And if I'm being honest, I'm not really liking it. Not that I have anything against any Danas or anything, I'm sure there are plenty of wonderful, cupcake baking, Danas in the world. But I don't feel like a Dana. And it feels really weird to be classed with all the Danas. I mean, what is life like for the Danas? What are the Danas' strong points and areas of weakness? I just don't know how to be a Dana!
Names have been on my mind anyway, with an upcoming son in my future. But this Dana thing really got me thinking. I started to wonder--would it be possible to choose friends by simply hearing the names of their children? Take for example, three different couples that you'd never met or seen before, standing behind three different doors. Someone would tell you the names of each couple's children. Could you pick the couple that you'd most get along with simply by hearing their children's names? I think maybe you could. And I'm ready to try it. Come on, give me some names. Do it.
That's not to say I like every one of my friends' kids names. And it certainly doesn't mean they all like mine (sorry Parley). But it seems like when I find a couple that we get along swimmingly with, I tend to like the names of their children. Or at least most of them. And I generally respect the reasons they chose the names. There are some people who are friends--but you wouldn't hang out with them if you had free time--kind of friends. You know the type. You get along well, but don't really hope to get dinner with them. My guess is that you don't like the names of their children as much as you like the hang out friends kids' names. Am I right?
This is putting a lot of pressure on me, see. I mean, my friendships may be riding on the name of my upcoming son! I mean, sure it will affect him, but, me! What about me?
Will we be great hang-out friends or just passing acquaintances? I guess only September will tell. (Unless you wrote me off with the naming of my other three.)