okay — this story is one I had to read. I mean really!? Given my birth name? Yup! Soul Dancer. I often wonder when folks automatically ask, “Is that your real name?” if I:
- asked, “is (insert name of the person who asks me that question) your real name?
- inquired what inspired them to question my name?
- responded in a manner that would automatically place them in an awkard position or feeling (so they could feel how I feel when that question is asked)
At 58 I’ve grown accustomed to “Is that your REAL name?” question even with people who I’ve know for years. Starting in my 20’s I figured “let’s get this over with” with I meet someone for the first time. After sharing my name I say, “Yes, that’s my birth name. Do you know any one else by that name?”
When folks ask, “What were you parents like” (hoping I’ll say something like, “They were really radical hippies!” or something along those lines) they have zero awareness that their inquisitive nature is far from graceful bordering on invasive.
So — Haukur I empathize with you. The name you settle on may it warm you from the inside out!
