Have you Facebook and Twitter users ever happened upon others with your name? Scary, isn’t it? A few minutes ago, while posting links to other sites with my profile, I met my clone.
While it is possible that someone out there also answers to your name, it is a startling experience. I have always thought my first and last names — two first names strung together– have been unusual. It’s a show biz name. A pseudonym waiting to happen. Then, years ago, when I was subbing for a drama teacher, a young lady came up and asked for a hall pass to the restroom.
I heaved a sigh and rolled my eyes, implying that I was making one gigantic exception in her favor.
“What’s your name?” I asked, pen poised.
She told me.
“I don’t think I heard you. Can you spell that for me?”
This time, she was the eye-roller.
No! You can’t have my name, I felt like protesting, like a two-year-old clutching a toy. It’s mine!
Well, it happened again. Still, I prefer to think I’m the original article. The namesake of everyone else.
Yeah, right. 🙂