Reflections of Me: I Have Idiosyncrasies.
Yes, I have many idiosyncrasies. No, I am not alone ; it's a prime affliction of the human condition. Being introspective, I sometimes examine some of mine which make little sense to me. Little sense due to the fact I can find no reason I possess them.
Pointing out that being introspective is, in itself, a idiosyncrasy will avail you naught. Nice try, though.
One of my idiosyncrasies is a dislike for certain names. There is no reason for it. It simply is what it is. There are not many I dislike, very few in fact. One, however, stands out over any others. That one is : Donald. Lest you think this is going to be about one certain Donald, let me disavow you of that notion. He may be a part of it, but, not the focus. So to speak. I say as if I were actually speaking, rather than writing this.
No, this one stands out with what one could surmise as complete astonishment. My Father's name was Donald. My middle name is Donald. I seldom note that, it is simply a fact I cannot control, as I had no say in it. That's the thing about a name, isn't it? We do not name ourselves, we are named at birth. No consultation whatever. Yes, we can legally change it later, if it becomes a weight too difficult to bear. Some do, and more power to them. Being my middle name, I can choose to ignore it. Only once did it pose a issue for me : my high school Spanish class. Since my teacher could not come up with a Spanish equivalent for Neal, I was to be addressed in Spanish class as Donato. It rankled, but, I liked the teacher, so, I went along with it, without complaint.
Now, I have no idea where my dislike for the name Donald might have originated. It simply was there the first time I heard the name. Any variation of it struck me equally. Donald, Don, Donny, the annoyingly drunken whine version Daaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeee ( which placed it nearly in the female version, Dawn. A name I have no issue with. That has nothing to do with my subject here. I tossed it in gratis. You're welcome. ).
So, no, I have no idea where that dislike comes from. Like my dislike of large bodies of water deeper than 6 inches, bridges over said water or deep ravines, reptiles, or heights. I have dealt with all of those, in many forms, because I have had to, despite a dislike. It isn't from any offense to the senses. As in, say, my dislike of the taste of okra or grapefruit, the sound of fingernails on a blackboard, the smell of cabbage, or the sight of a Picasso painting. As I say, I have many idiosyncrasies, as we all do. Some offend me, some just annoy me, most I ignore and deal with them as they occur. This is how I deal with my dislike of the name Donald.
It isn't a personal dislike of the person with the name. After all, as I said, they ( likely ) didn't choose it. How they choose to represent it reflects on them, not the name. The dislike is just there. Perhaps it is sensory? Perhaps my ear just doesn't care for the sound of it? I don't know. There haven't been a lot of famous, or even infamous, characters named Donald. Donald Duck, perhaps. Don Rickles ( one of my favorite men of comedy ). Don Knotts (perhaps best known for starring in The Ghost and Mister Chicken, or as the nervous sidekick to the stars of Three's Company, or Deputy Barney Fife of Mayberry fame ). A few others, I suppose. Today, perhaps, Donald Trump, likely better recalled by history as infamous, in the manner of most infamous despots and criminal kingpins. None of whom, as far as I can recall, were named Donald. So, he at least has elevated the name to that level. But, again, believe it or not, this isn't about him. Once more, I tossed that in gratis. You're welcome.
Well, that's it. Certainly, I could go on, but, with things the way they are right now, I might never finish. Well, perhaps never is a poor choice of time, since never, never comes. Well, almost never. Thanks for reading if you made it to this point. You may be confused, but, since I wrote this, imagine how I feel?
Til next time that I need therapy!
Pointing out that being introspective is, in itself, a idiosyncrasy will avail you naught. Nice try, though.
One of my idiosyncrasies is a dislike for certain names. There is no reason for it. It simply is what it is. There are not many I dislike, very few in fact. One, however, stands out over any others. That one is : Donald. Lest you think this is going to be about one certain Donald, let me disavow you of that notion. He may be a part of it, but, not the focus. So to speak. I say as if I were actually speaking, rather than writing this.
No, this one stands out with what one could surmise as complete astonishment. My Father's name was Donald. My middle name is Donald. I seldom note that, it is simply a fact I cannot control, as I had no say in it. That's the thing about a name, isn't it? We do not name ourselves, we are named at birth. No consultation whatever. Yes, we can legally change it later, if it becomes a weight too difficult to bear. Some do, and more power to them. Being my middle name, I can choose to ignore it. Only once did it pose a issue for me : my high school Spanish class. Since my teacher could not come up with a Spanish equivalent for Neal, I was to be addressed in Spanish class as Donato. It rankled, but, I liked the teacher, so, I went along with it, without complaint.
Now, I have no idea where my dislike for the name Donald might have originated. It simply was there the first time I heard the name. Any variation of it struck me equally. Donald, Don, Donny, the annoyingly drunken whine version Daaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeee ( which placed it nearly in the female version, Dawn. A name I have no issue with. That has nothing to do with my subject here. I tossed it in gratis. You're welcome. ).
So, no, I have no idea where that dislike comes from. Like my dislike of large bodies of water deeper than 6 inches, bridges over said water or deep ravines, reptiles, or heights. I have dealt with all of those, in many forms, because I have had to, despite a dislike. It isn't from any offense to the senses. As in, say, my dislike of the taste of okra or grapefruit, the sound of fingernails on a blackboard, the smell of cabbage, or the sight of a Picasso painting. As I say, I have many idiosyncrasies, as we all do. Some offend me, some just annoy me, most I ignore and deal with them as they occur. This is how I deal with my dislike of the name Donald.
It isn't a personal dislike of the person with the name. After all, as I said, they ( likely ) didn't choose it. How they choose to represent it reflects on them, not the name. The dislike is just there. Perhaps it is sensory? Perhaps my ear just doesn't care for the sound of it? I don't know. There haven't been a lot of famous, or even infamous, characters named Donald. Donald Duck, perhaps. Don Rickles ( one of my favorite men of comedy ). Don Knotts (perhaps best known for starring in The Ghost and Mister Chicken, or as the nervous sidekick to the stars of Three's Company, or Deputy Barney Fife of Mayberry fame ). A few others, I suppose. Today, perhaps, Donald Trump, likely better recalled by history as infamous, in the manner of most infamous despots and criminal kingpins. None of whom, as far as I can recall, were named Donald. So, he at least has elevated the name to that level. But, again, believe it or not, this isn't about him. Once more, I tossed that in gratis. You're welcome.
Well, that's it. Certainly, I could go on, but, with things the way they are right now, I might never finish. Well, perhaps never is a poor choice of time, since never, never comes. Well, almost never. Thanks for reading if you made it to this point. You may be confused, but, since I wrote this, imagine how I feel?
Til next time that I need therapy!
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