Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do. ~Terri Guillemets

Some days so many words rush to my head,

But I don't know how to say them
So I write them instead


Friday, September 24, 2010

What is a name?

Why do we have names?
Is it the same as a jar being called a jar?
When we are born, our parents have no idea what we will turn out to be, so how do they know what to call us? My name, Henrietta, means' mistress of the home'. How were my parents to know that when I grew up, I would be a home wrecker?
If someone says to you 'Who are you?'
Saying Hetty Rodda, isn't really telling them, 'Who I am'
We should just reply, 'human.'
or you could get really detailed.
'Who are you?'
'A teenager trying to get through school without chucking a hissy fit,
whos future ambition is to fly balloons.'
Names are pointless I think. They don't really mean anything.

That pretty much sums up everything.

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