So here is a question, a thought if you will on nicknames. A nickname is a powerful thing, whether we answer to it or not. It has power over us either good or bad. I could make a list of all the nicknames I have had throughout my life but I don't want people who don't already know the ones I don't like to find them. They aren't even bad, I never had a mean name that the other kids in school called me. They all made sense.
My current nickname is probably my favorite (cam cam) it is also one that I hear all the time. It started with my nieces and then some guys at work heard it and now that is what I get called at work too. I have actually heard it most of my life, my cousins used to call me it occasionally. So it is normal for me to answer to it. And with this nickname and my positive attitude towards it, every time I hear it I feel like I belong, like people like me and want me around.
At the same time there are the negative nicknames, but I believe there are degrees of these. There the ones that the other kids gave on the playground when children are truly at the meanest and nastiest. These just hurt every time you hear them and they make you want to move to somewhere else where no one knows you. There are others in which you have gotten through some course of action, but are still negative. People use it not necessarily to be mean but it still grates at you every time you hear it. Then there the ones that you get that you just don't like, but your friends do and they use it so you answer to it.
I guess my point is that Shakespeare was full of shit, a rose may be as sweet no matter what you call it. But our names the ones that are given to us have power over us, the old myth of banishing a demon by saying its true name can be understood when you truly look at the power our names and nicknames have over us.
Sorry for the philosophy, It was a random thought that I built on. It happens.
Night,
Cameron
My current nickname is probably my favorite (cam cam) it is also one that I hear all the time. It started with my nieces and then some guys at work heard it and now that is what I get called at work too. I have actually heard it most of my life, my cousins used to call me it occasionally. So it is normal for me to answer to it. And with this nickname and my positive attitude towards it, every time I hear it I feel like I belong, like people like me and want me around.
At the same time there are the negative nicknames, but I believe there are degrees of these. There the ones that the other kids gave on the playground when children are truly at the meanest and nastiest. These just hurt every time you hear them and they make you want to move to somewhere else where no one knows you. There are others in which you have gotten through some course of action, but are still negative. People use it not necessarily to be mean but it still grates at you every time you hear it. Then there the ones that you get that you just don't like, but your friends do and they use it so you answer to it.
I guess my point is that Shakespeare was full of shit, a rose may be as sweet no matter what you call it. But our names the ones that are given to us have power over us, the old myth of banishing a demon by saying its true name can be understood when you truly look at the power our names and nicknames have over us.
Sorry for the philosophy, It was a random thought that I built on. It happens.
Night,
Cameron