So was at an obligatory house warming party... one of the few conversations with the largely ignored me went like this -
my name is marianne, what's yours?
I am ...
omg... do you have a shorter version? can i call you ...
no... and no, i don't have a short version of my name... and mine is shorter than marianne
in actuality, i do have several short forms of my names that my friends call me and I love... but it is a pet peeve of mine that people think my name is long...
the saturday gives rise to a largely depressed sunday... i try several things, they help... a bit... but then I finally decide to go for a run... and as I run, someone calls out my name... it turned out it was this guy who I met once two years ago, at the skating rink near my home, who taught me to skate...
so there it was - life's ironies laid bare... some people hear your name and say 'omg it's too long'; others remember your name two years after just one 3hr encounter...
And just like that I felt so much better
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