Sunday Scribblings - Hi, my name is...

It was about time I joined these wonderful people at Sunday Scribblings, people that write based on a single world or a single expression like this one. It's called a prompt and I love prompts, it seems.

What better way to begin this than with a prompt called "Hi, my name is", especially on a very special Sunday - the Autumn Equinox. Libra is starting and it's all about the arts.

"Hi, my name is"...and I'm an alcoholic. No, it's not true in my case. But that's how it goes, isn't it? What's in a name? And what's in a label? As we all know, labels can be dangerous and misleading and should be used carefully, only when necessary (in the case of alcoholics, it's a very good use of the label, as it is necessary to come forward and confront your problem).

But what about the names? We introduce ourselves and we say our name and what does our name tell other people? Does it mean more than saying, for instance, I like to play chess? If I told you my name would you know me any better? There are thousands of women with the same first name as me...Some names indicate social status (or be completely misleading on that point); others are so original that they indicate something about our parents (boy, you're called One Two Three of Oliveira Four [this is a real name, it happened once in Brazil, where else?]?? Man, your parents must be craa-zy!). But they rarely indicate anything real about you, except for nicknames (and are these real or simply wishful thinking?)...

So why does it matter so much when you don't know somebody's name? I remember back in primary school, when I had my first crushes on boys twice my age and I wanted to know their names, even if they didn't mean anything. And I simply couldn't find that out, I'd make up names for them, so I could mention them properly chatting with my friends. We also used to shout out random names at them and see if they looked up and we'd guess the name. lol Those were the days.