Weirdness...

[conuly]

I was replying to a post in customers_suck where somebody complained about people spelling simple names like "Bob" and "Smith".

They could have just been burned by running into people who actually DID ask them to spell it, so they've learned "never assume."

Exactly. The number of people I meet who ask me how I spell "Baker" or, worse yet, misspell "Connie" (Coney and Conie are popular variations, apparently) is astonishing.

And after I posted that I sat and stared at the comment.

Connie?

I mean, that's my name. I grew up always getting "Connie" and "Mommy" confused, and nowadays it's "Connie" and the Lizziey/Chris nickname "Honey". For years, I corrected teachers, every year. "Don't call me Constance, my name is Connie."

For some reason, nobody would understand me the first time. Or the second. Or the third. Finally they'd go "Oh, Connie!"

And then... I don't know. I got tired of correcting people. In high school, I started letting teachers call me Constance. Same thing in college. Online, I expect to be called Uly or Conuly - the only people who call me Connie online are Lizziey and Jenn. Some of my friends call me Concon, but....

So when I posted this, I looked at the name, and it didn't even feel connected to me anymore. It's like seeing somebody else's face in the mirror. I almost went and asked Jenn if that WAS my name! *laughs*

Maybe this is what happened to Jenn when she stopped being called Ginger. For years, she'd get mad at me if I called her Jen, and then one day I refered to her as Ginger and the person I was talking to didn't even know who I meant. And now we don't even call her Ginger in the family anymore, the only people who still do that are old family friends.

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[conuly]

I'd tell people that, but I don't have the conejos.

[mhari.livejournal.com]

*snickers*